I'm now one week in to working day and night and I don't approve. 7am-2am is not human. I'm beginning to feel like I'm in a parallel world where I'm not really me. For example, tonight (after working all weekend full-time and getting up this morning to do more stuff) I had two meetings (in the pub) - one very important Cliterati one that's been booked in for ages and couldn't be moved and another one with a fab woman who I want to get involved with the editorial stuff I'm doing (featuring her in the mag etc).
I had three beers. Normally, that's a mild night. But I felt sleepy. I needed food.
I don't approve.
Doing noon-2am means that you can work, have a pub meeting and go back to do more work afterwards still feeling fresh - and still easily fit in an 8 hour working day.
Getting up in the mornings results in tiredness and ruins the pub. OK, maybe I'd be less shattered if I'd had more than 4 or 5 hours sleep a night for the last week but I'm still grumpy. Mornings suck. Although seeing daylight has been quite nice. I'd almost forgotten what it looked like.
Still doesn't make up for pub flaking out though.
Posted by emilyd at December 02, 2002 10:42 PM