Well, it has been a week. I'm off to Taiwan to see my parents for Easter and the timing for a break couldn't have come at a better time. Yay!
I was up really late working all of this week but particularly last night and, unlike some of those late nights where you finish victoriously (because you've signed! because you've closed!), it was a late night working with a few other deadlines looming in a long work day ahead (because the reward for finishing a draft is another draft)!
Yes, almost all-nighters suck (unless it's for fun, like reading a book, or dancing, or chatting late into the night), and I think the worst of the worst has to be when you're sitting around exhausted, like a husk of a human being, bound by invisible chains of responsibility and professionalism and client service, haunting your desk as you wait and wait, because you know that work is about to come, but it hasn't arrived yet, but you can't do anything else with your time, because you're too tired, but also because as soon as the work appears it must be done immediately, but then looming over all of this is the knowledge that the reward for the finished work is more comments in your inbox in the morning.
On second thought, it's a toss up as to whether that one is the worst, or whether the worst is when you're racing through the night to get a draft out before the morning (as in, before the sun rises), shaky from tiredness and also adrenaline, trying to stay focused and think clearly, but also just pushing through sheer force of will and grit as your eyes burn and your brain hurts. Hmmm.
Gosh, I sound so negative. The thing is, the corporate lawyer schedule is an erratic cycle of never-ending lulls, crescendos, peaks and crashes, and, just as there are moments of sheer terribleness, there are also good parts, really good and rewarding parts. However, last night, as the clock ticked from 11 pm to midnight and Michael kept sending me text messages and then it was 1 am and then it became 2 am and on... it was really hard to remember that.
TGIF, people. Happy Easter. And bring on Hualien.
I was up really late working all of this week but particularly last night and, unlike some of those late nights where you finish victoriously (because you've signed! because you've closed!), it was a late night working with a few other deadlines looming in a long work day ahead (because the reward for finishing a draft is another draft)!
Yes, almost all-nighters suck (unless it's for fun, like reading a book, or dancing, or chatting late into the night), and I think the worst of the worst has to be when you're sitting around exhausted, like a husk of a human being, bound by invisible chains of responsibility and professionalism and client service, haunting your desk as you wait and wait, because you know that work is about to come, but it hasn't arrived yet, but you can't do anything else with your time, because you're too tired, but also because as soon as the work appears it must be done immediately, but then looming over all of this is the knowledge that the reward for the finished work is more comments in your inbox in the morning.
On second thought, it's a toss up as to whether that one is the worst, or whether the worst is when you're racing through the night to get a draft out before the morning (as in, before the sun rises), shaky from tiredness and also adrenaline, trying to stay focused and think clearly, but also just pushing through sheer force of will and grit as your eyes burn and your brain hurts. Hmmm.
Gosh, I sound so negative. The thing is, the corporate lawyer schedule is an erratic cycle of never-ending lulls, crescendos, peaks and crashes, and, just as there are moments of sheer terribleness, there are also good parts, really good and rewarding parts. However, last night, as the clock ticked from 11 pm to midnight and Michael kept sending me text messages and then it was 1 am and then it became 2 am and on... it was really hard to remember that.
TGIF, people. Happy Easter. And bring on Hualien.
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