Mark thought I've been posting too many pedicab drivers. But I love these guys. They seem Old World to me, like the gondola drivers in Venice.
My boyfriend Mark expects to be working again Monday night until 3 am (!).
I'm sure it varies according to where you live, but New Yorkers tend to work a lot.
My first job in New York was with a large office, where we worked routinely until 9 or 10 every night.
There were social pressures to stay late, even if there wasn't an immediate emergency. One coworker had tickets to a Knicks playoffs game and had to come into the office after the game was over.
I'd forget to pay my credit card balances. I'd forget to get my hair cut. I'd get to the office, work through dinner, catch a cab home, and do it again the next day. It was awful. I never went to the gym, and I was too tired to socialize.
After a few months, I left that job. It was time to start living.
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