I am a responsible adult.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
And, I suppose, when I opt to work through my vacation day, on my birthday no less, and then work all night on Sunday rather than miss my deadline, then I suppose that I might not be wrong about that.
There are times in life when you come to the realization that you’ve really become an adult, and putting in extra hours (or working through your vacation) so that you minimize the negative impact on your fellow workers? That’s one of those adulthood-realization-moments: