I was at work from 8:30 to 8:30 today. In some ways, sure, it was exhausting. In others, it made me reminisce for days in Residence Life, where I'd work some 12 hour days, but I would also work part of it in pajamas, or at least jeans, and I would sleep in and stay up late and talk to students on the steps of the building at midnight, or watch movies in the SRC and then stay even later for a game of Scrabble. I think I'm too old for such things these days, and definitely neither patient nor masochistic enough to return to that life, but it was a happy time, and once in awhile when I'm on campus late, I miss it.