Squeezing as much “you time” as you possibly can out of the night time, so you don’t go to bed, because this tends to lead to waking up and going to your crappy job.
Side effects: Acute morning-after grogginess, followed by unproductive day of dim-wittedness and bumping into things.
Possible solution: Quitting said job and finding one you like.
Office person 1: Wow, dude, you look awful.
Office person 2: Yeah, I stayed up until 5am playing Fallout 3. Indulged in a little night siphoning.
Confidently proclaiming something will not happen, in the hope that by declaring it won’t happen, you’ll coerce fate into actually making it happen.
“Listen man, I just know there’s no way I’ll score this weekend but just in case, I'm fate baiting”
“I know for sure I won’t pass that exam next week but just in case here's a fate bait”