463: Pussy Whipped

When I was in college my senior advisor gave me no end of grief, because I couldn't come to the thesis meetings. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, it's the they started  at 8PM, way too close to my bedtime for me to be functional. "The world will not stop at 8PM, just because you do," he told me expressing great concern for how I would survive in the Real World. Well, eleven years later I can tell you that actually the world does stop at 8PM, usually more like 6PM, at least as far as work goes. I'm sure this isn't true for every industry, but I've always had 9-5 jobs and never any work obligation that happened after the dinner hour. As for social things, I've never found anything I was interested in that I couldn't do in the earlier hours of the evening. Even my brief fling with club dancing, I found a place that started the dance floor at 5PM. I guess academia really is its own little bubble reality.