My first job out of college was working at the airport on Nantucket as an Operations Specialist. I worked from 2pm-10pm and it was glorious. I slept in, worked out on the beach, worked hard, and played hard. I swore I was never going to work a 9-5...that sounded like death by office job. But before I knew it, I had moved across the country to Portland, Oregon, and was working a 9-5. Well, to be precise, it was an 8:30-5 with an hour lunch, so it was a 37.5-hour gig. That somehow sounded so...
