Missing: Life (qty. 1)
I am at work, propping my eyelids up with spoons. For the past week I've been keeping the most insensible hours, namely from 2/3am to 7. Also, I can now tell you anything - anything! - you'd really need to know about China's aviation industry.
Doing this job has made me realize that anyone in a corporate job really doesn't have a life. I realized this when two nights ago I voluntarily stayed in the office because I had work to finish. I've always thought that such behaviour was impelled by office ethic, like you'd be disrespected and marginalized from your coworkers if you didn't put in acceptable levels of overtime, or by malevolent whip-wielding Satanic bosses who shackled you to your desk and flayed you while you toiled into the witching hours.
But no. At approximately 8.23pm two nights ago, I stilled and thought, I am working late, and nobody asked me to.
Then I was like, asdf;lkjf! and went home.