Arlene's working the graveyard shift, as is her general tendency and wont. She's feeling good lately, having met a cute guy who at least gives her something to think about when she's otherwise in a state of mind-numbing boredom... but her feet still hurt, and her hair cold probably benefit from a good washing.

She's on her break now, leaning on the side of the building out back and smoking a cigarette. She knows the habit is hell on her lungs and her skin, but it's not like she particularly cares. She has so little to look forward to that she can forgive herself the occasional smoke.