Sleep is like the unicorn; rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any

Phew, getting a bit late. Time to go home. Remember, it's all about balancing work and life. I mean this, you'll do better work on six or seven hours sleep and impress the creative director more than being found curled up under the desk in the morning. Plus who knows what photos the janitor takes of you while you are sleeping (well, I suppose you'll find them on the net soon enough). So get up, press the off button and turn your back on your brain sucking friend, the mac. He'll be waiting for you in the morning, trust me. He might say mean things and crash like a PC when that presentation is due, but he's hooked on you like a bad tattoo (who'd have thought flaming skulls would have gone outta fashion!) So get up and leave, unless it's waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye like mine does. Then you better get back to work. I mean, people are watching and you need to clock in at least twelve hours for professional credibility. Especially if you can't churn out the brilliant ideas like that guy who sits next to you and smells like incense and bongwater. That guy comes in late, spits out award winners and is gone by seven every day. Damn. Back to work.