I don’t leave work until very late. But then, I also don’t start until very late, so I can’t really complain. Noon to 9pm is a normal work day for me. And when I leave the office at that time of night, I usually see the same sorry souls burning the midnight oil with me – only I’m sure that their day starts significantly earlier than mine.

As I was packing up to go home tonight at 9:30 in the semi-lit office (half of the lights in the building are turned off at 9pm), Carlos says out loud and yet to no one, “Wow, it must be pretty late if Josh is going home!”. I laughed and said something witty yet forgettable, along the lines of “Right back atcha!”. He responded by joking that he had a fold-out bed hidden in the back. And that he was surprised I didn’t have one, too.

I got home just in time to kiss Jan goodnight, effectively doubling the amount of time I had seen her all day. I have to leave the house at 8am tomorrow to give a presentation to a group of engineers in R&D. Having a fold-out bed at work would have actually been a really good idea tonight.