Is it the city that never sleeps, or just the people in and around it? Since moving to my lovely crash pad on the banks of the Hudson, I’ve noticed the number of late night work sessions have increased exponentially. About two hours ago I used some time I had on hand to catch up on emails. I don’t usually expect to get a response within minutes of the mailing. I mean, most of the people I know are either out enjoying their lives or resting up for the day ahead at that hour.
As of late thought, I’m catching a few more rapid responders who seem to be on the same slanted schedule as I am. Well, at least partially — I have never met anyone who actually takes the same kind of sick pleasure I get plowing through a 36-hour day. Maybe it’s the web industry in general. Maybe it’s the city. Who’s to say.
Well, break time is over. Back to salt mines.
Tags: Personal