Timeline Of A Late Night At The Office

Timeline Of A Late Night At The Office

Some of you work cushy gigs that let you skate by, putting in the minimum 9-5, 40 hours a week, home at a reasonable hour type job. And my message to you is this: I fucking hate you. My job knows nothing of the sort. I’m not in I-banking or big firm consulting, or any other job where a 25-year old would be making Prada shoe-wearing, Ibiza vacationing, party with Manziel type money. I make a good living – enough to afford the organic free range chicken at Trader Joes ¬– but it doesn’t come without a price. I work in a specific sphere of strategy consulting, and I’m a slave to the client and to the deliverable, which is consulting jargon for a really boring slide deck in most cases. Typical weeks see me work maybe 50 hours M-F, then some weekend work. Nothing awful. Not ideal, but it’s what I signed up for.

But sometimes the client gets demanding, or the deadline for a deliverable (big boring slide deck) is getting damningly close, and your boy gets stuck in the office late. Like, motion-sensing lights turn off for the night and won’t get back on no matter how much I move type of late. This just happened to me, so let me document what a late night in the office is like.

The people on my team start to wander out of the office. The ones working on my specific project are probably staying. Get a cup of coffee.

The rest of my team has left. I’ve just been crowned Lord of the Manor. The headphones come out.

Hunger sets in. Hopefully, I strategized and brought extra lunch. If not, I’m fucked. Who am I kidding? Even if I did, I’m still hungry. Hunt for snacks. Raid the receptionist’s candy stash. Get more coffee.

Research grad schools. Research how to live on an island. Research how to marry an heiress.

Change into my gym clothes. Not going to be used tonight for the gym. Leisurewear, office style.

Check on how my bets are doing. Lost all my first half unders. Concentration starts to wane. Start thinking about my first ever Bachelor party I’ll be attending in a few months. It’s in Miami. I need a new bathing suit. Hit up Rowdy Gentleman and score a sick new pair. Need some sunglasses to match. Customize some new shades. Fuck how much did I spend? Let’s go win some money. Text the bookie a bunch of second half lines. Quick internet search on gambling addiction. Back to work.

The lights go out, permanently. No longer feel like King of the Castle.

TFM just tweeted out another picture of some incendiary bomb who would liquify me Raiders of the Lost Ark style if I even glanced at her from fifty yards out. The Improper Brostonian’s Hancock Tower moves a little bit. Consider a quick work jerk, then decide cracking stick in an office building bathroom is what homeless people do. Quick internet search of Tom Brady statistics. Crap it moved even more. Roger Goodell, Deflategate, loss of draft picks. Okay, crisis averted. Better than a cold shower. Master of my Domain.

Read some blogs I was too busy to read earlier.

Realize I really haven’t done anything productive in the last 45-ish minutes. Realize if I left the office now I’d get home just in time to catch the beginning of that awful Kardashian show also known as the OJ show. Think about how Cuba Gooding Jr won an Oscar and can’t fathom it based on his performance as OJ. Get down the Cuba Gooding Jr Wikipedia rabbit hole. Still can’t figure out how he won the Oscar for her performance in Jerry Maguire. Then start thinking about Travolta and how his face in the OJ show gives me bone-chilling nightmares. Decide I don’t need to see that night’s episode.

Pack up my shit and get to my car.

Back home. Change into sweats. Fuck it, I worked hard all day, we’re JOing.

Start praying I never have daughters.

Start flipping through the channels. Ah, shit, let’s just watch the god damn OJ show.

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Boston Max

Spending my retirement fund at Trader Joe's and trying to remember to check my mailbox semi-regularly

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