Why do I tell clients they can call me anytime, day or night? Because I’m a goddamn workaholic, that’s why. Eleven o’clock last night, my blackberry rings – don’t recognize the number, but the area code is from Seattle, so I assume it’s a friend of mine calling from a different number. No. Of course not. It’s frat boy calling from a hotel room with a request for new demographic research by Wednesday – and proceeds to talk for an hour. So Trey, my on-the-way-to-work playlist this morning is dedicated to you. Jackass.