Well...

It is 11.30 pm right now. I am nowhere near going home from my office. So I figured that my only consolation would be to smoke the cigarette I just bummed from the bossman in front of the gigantic NO SMOKING IN FRONT OF THE BUILDING sign. I gravitated towards this sign partly because the only people outside were two well-dressed white girls having drinks on the near-empty terrace of one of the fancy bars and two dark-skinned men a little farther away in the dark. I thought it would be safer to hang out near the girls, but their silly conversation was too much to take and I soon realized that the black guys were security guards making sure that the gigantic movie screen and related equipment put up in front of the building stays safe. After one of them asked me for a cigarette I felt the urge to share with them that I was still working and (so there is no misunderstanding) that my job sucked. The moment I made my whiny statement I realized that theirs (and those of the uniformed, silent cleaners who were diligently caressing the expensive marble floors underneath the palm trees in the Winter Garden with gigantic brooms) sucked way beyond mine. Reality check. I am just SO tired.