Work Hard, Play Harder
Maybe working late isn't so bad
"I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job," I thought to myself as I sat in my office marking papers. I was 26 and I had just started a new job, teaching English at high school in a small town in California. I was an aspiring writer, but I was struggling to get my big break, so I decided to take up teaching while I worked on my novel. I needed something to pay the bills and I figured it wasn't so bad to get paid for ta...