It almost feels like a first date. You get all dressed up nice and fancy to make a seriously good impression on your co-workers and your supervisor and, if you ever get to actually interact with him, you boss. You say all the right things and suppress most your odd-ball, weird-ass personality just for the purpose of seeming like a competent employee. You even get coffee or something beforehand because you need caffeine to wake you up and make you feel calmer. In addition, walking in with a large cup of coffee seems to be a sign of almost being a legitimate human being. And working a 9-to-5 seems fairly all right as well. And your eyes hurt so much from using a large, bright iMac that you can't bring yourself to finish a blog entry you started 3 days ago.