Finally left work to go home at 11, and taking a taxi home, like in the old company, except this one is not paying for it, and instead of the firms town car all I can afford is Lyft Line with two tipsy Asian girls talking to each other about food, food, delicious food, restaurants they’ve been to, or want to go to, filling the car with alcohol breath, and my plan to nap will now never materialize, I have food right here, in a bag, Kati rolls from an Indian place where cabbies eat, but I can’t eat in the car, and now it’s going to be 40 mins to get home according to the app because of the car pooling detour and traffic – Manhattan is full of successful looking people partying spilling out of restaurants having eaten and drunk and seen their friends and full of ambition and plans, and I vaguely remember doing something like that in another life but all I want to now is sleep sleep sleep after yesterday’s near all nighter and today’s 12 hour workday..
Finally the girls leave and the driver tells me, how this is it for the night and he is hungry and sleepy too and I am his last ride.
He knows.