I’m doing research at my school for the summer. It’s a clinical project, and most of my time is consumed in data analysis– generating graphs and muddling through Excel spreadsheets and the like. Anyway, there are 2 other students in my office who are there for the summer as well– one is an undergraduate at another school in the area, and the other is another medical student in my class. It’s an easy-going job, and we’re allowed to keep our own hours as long as we get in our requisite 40 hours each week.
What I find odd about these two other students is that, despite the flexible work schedule, they willingly get up at some unthinkably early hour in order to make it into work at 7:00am. Meanwhile, after having dragged myself out of bed at about 7:30am, I manage to haul my half-conscious self into the office at around 8:00am in an attempt not look like too much of a slacker in comparison. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being an early bird; I just find it incomprehensible.
I’ve always been a night owl and, left to my own devices, it’s not unusual for me to stay up until 4:00 or 5:00am and then to wake up at about 3:00pm the next afternoon. Most of my friends are the same way. We’re dorks, and the internet happens at night. Not that I’ve ever been a particularly social internet user, and I’ve never been able to answer satisfactorily the question: “What do you spend all that time doing?” …but that’s still the best answer I’ve ever been able to come up with.