550? How many messengers is that? Damn.
Anyway, I’m a bike messenger, and worked. Did my first job after waiting around the office (we had some Wild Turkey bourbon) for three hours. And I was the first guy up. The other messenger that was in had it even worse. We (me and one dispatcher, by that point) closed up shop around 3:30. Did six jobs or so, and three of them had to be returned to the sender.
I got the crossword in the Metro done really early, and played a lot of Solitaire on the computer. And was able to make it to the bike shop with plenty of time to spare (nothing needed, just drooling over thousand dollar Eddy Merckx frames, and thinking about what I’m going to buy when I have the money).