A few weeks ago, I got a call from a colleague in a different office.
"So, a late night for both of us, eh?" (It was, in fact, about 11:30pm.) "I'll be here till 1:30, then back at 4:30. You?" Ah, a challenge from one masochist to another.
"Well." Whatever, punk -- I'm game. "I would, but I'm limited by the metro times." This was true, but also a lie. For all I knew, the metro started running at 2am, and I'd been selfishly sleeping through 4 hours of potential work time. He scoffed his sympathy.
Today as I was leaving the building (at 9:30 -- work life balance, you know), I saw him out walking with his family. When I caught his eye, he looked a little guilty.
Slacker.
"So, a late night for both of us, eh?" (It was, in fact, about 11:30pm.) "I'll be here till 1:30, then back at 4:30. You?" Ah, a challenge from one masochist to another.
"Well." Whatever, punk -- I'm game. "I would, but I'm limited by the metro times." This was true, but also a lie. For all I knew, the metro started running at 2am, and I'd been selfishly sleeping through 4 hours of potential work time. He scoffed his sympathy.
Today as I was leaving the building (at 9:30 -- work life balance, you know), I saw him out walking with his family. When I caught his eye, he looked a little guilty.
Slacker.
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His selfish desire for a family just proves his lack of commitment
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