I lived at work in January. I didn't pull out a blow-up mattress and horrify the nurses by wearing my bathrobe around, but that did sound like a good idea some nights…especially when I was here so late that the lights were turned out on me twice (and I couldn't find the panel to turn them back on - funny guys, reeeeal funny).
Burning the midnight oil at work made it seem impossible to eat well. Being a dietitian, a cooking school grad and a person with no other mouths to feed didn't matter. I still found myself with my forehead against the vending machine late at night, slumped over in defeat. + MORE
