I listened to her talk to the bus driver with a tired voice. She sighed with exhaustion as she took her seat. Her feet hurt from standing all day. Her feet hurt from standing for hours everyday. But now she could rest. This was her routine….her life. Work every minute of the day to make ends meet. She shared stories of the day with the bus driver….how so and so got fired or how so and so didn’t do any work but got promoted. He shared stories about the neighborhood. They must be friends outside of the routine. It’s clear that she works the night shift and wished there were more hours in the day. She also wished she didn’t have to work so hard for so little.