The myth of the awful all-nighter

It was 1998, or maybe 1999.  I was a green, eager college graduate working my first full time job that didn’t involve food service.  My boss, Jason Bourne (yes, that’s his real name) and I were burning software CDs for a client (for the record, and at the risk of making myself feel old, theseContinue reading “The myth of the awful all-nighter”