update. Friday evening. Anna is trick-or-treating somewhere with Ping. I am still at work, looking at another late-late night shift that could last well into Saturday morning. Had about 3 hours worth of sleep last night and now sleepiness is kicking in. The cleaning lady came and went. She used to order me to take the late night trash I produced after her visit to the garbage area by myself, and not leave it in the office for her to clean out the next day. “Everyone cleans out his own garbage afterhours,” she was visibly upset as she had to take my overnight garbage. I knew the unspoken words: so who are you the first year to disobey? So I made a mental note to put her on my do-not-mess-with list, which probably includes all partners senior/mid/junior associates, secretaries old and new, human resources, billing department, etc, and now the cleaning lady. But now whenever she comes afterhours and sees me still in my office, she speaks with a softer tone, perhaps with a bit of suppressed sympathy. Heck, I don’t have time for sympathy. I don’t even have time to go get lunch. My secretary had to get me lunch today just so that I could use that 10 minutes to get something out the door. But now lunch seems like a distant thing of the past, just like my post-bar exam days when sleeping time was plenty. Man did I really type all those words maybe I really need to take a break.