on the night shift.

I'm putting in a few overtime hours this week. Got 3 straight solid ones in so far and I've decided it's time for a short break. Another co-worker just brought me a green tea and it sorta tastes like stale sushi. I'm gonna drink it regardless.

There's an older man named Jesus walking up and down the hallway outside. I know his name is Jesus cause it says so on his white name tag. He's really shy and really spanish, and he comes into this room every night to empty out the trash/recycle bins under all the desks. Jesus (Hay-soos) always knocks before entering and gives a really kind smile as he reaches for the bins. Tonight I asked him if he'd be working late. He kinda giggled and muttered "Oh jes. Jes, i will stay ontil seben o'clock in de mowrning."
I really wanna squish him in the face and give him a big hug for being such a humble person. I hope the corporate asswipes pay him well.

Usually I dread coming in anytime after the sun has set, but lately I've realized that it's not so bad at all. I get to walk around in my socks and blast the YeahYeahYeahs; none of which I can do during regular 8-4 hours.