I used to work 3rd shift in my 20s at a Chicago Boutique hotel that catered mainly to a gay clientele. It was a trip. I really liked it because I could check in most guests, do my auditing and other duties during the first 3 hours, then have the last 5 to myself. I would use the time to get high, study science and philosophy, have my gf stop by to fuck in the bathroom, etc.. I got a lot done. I was trying to work my way up quick at my day job, a commodities trading gig so I could make enough money to quit the hotel. After my Sunday night hotel gig, I would go straight to the Monday morning Chicago Mercantile Exchange to run orders into the pits. By the time I got to bed Monday nights I'd be like 36-40 hours without sleep, so I got kinda punchy Monday afternoons. That's when I discovered the wonderful world of cocaine, but I digress. I moved up at the CME quick, so I only needed that night job for another six months. So, the moral is don't be a pussy. Work hard and find a better job