A young associate I'm friendly with over in the Corporate group ("Bob") has been working day and night on a deal for the better part of a week. This morning, I show up early to the office to find him still hunched over his desk like Quasimodo, hammering away on his keyboard, exactly as he was last night when I left, roughly 12 hours before. Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "Good morning."
Bob: *blink* "It's morning?"
Me: "Yes. When was the last time you went home?"
Bob: "I'm not sure, is it still December?"
Me: "Yes, you've got a few days left. It probably wouldn't kill you to go home and... you know... shower?"
Bob: *sniff* "Maybe you're right."
Bob lives 2 miles from the office. I'm pretty sure he hadn't been home in several days. Even during the worst trials, I always manage to find an hour or two each day to go home for a shower and change of clothes.
Now ask me again why I didn't go to law school.
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