Overtime Work: The Need of Man

It's past midnight and i'm cramming an important presentation.
I'm working from home.
I’m experiencing the first symptoms of an advertising pitch that will surely progress into a tiring, sleepless and chaotic typhoon that will suck in everything in its path. Daunting? Yes, but also very, very exhilirating.

It’s been months since my last pitch, since I last feared for my job and thanked the gods that I have tenure. However, I think that to a certain degree, we all enjoy the work-life balance upheaval, albeit in a weird, masochistic kind of way.

In today’s hypoallergenic world of health insurance, hypermarts and organic free range poultry, our primal urges to hunt, and its accompanying perils of possible death or decapitations have been channeled to capitalistic pursuits that are of equally great consequence. And I guess we’re all hungry for our next catch—a mammoth of an account!