It's not that I love staying here all hours of the day and night. In fact, normally, I'd rather do the minimum that allows me to pay bills and occasionally do fun things. But sometimes I have to work late to keep things from going up in flames. It's bad enough when I get no respect for doing it from work, and worse when I get guilt-tripped by home for being here. I'm not here because I want to be. I sometimes wish more people would understand that.