10:01 am—Ana smokes a cigarette

Given their outfit, I assume Ana is one of those people who works ungodly, nonsensical corporate hours in a ruthless office that nonetheless thinks of itself as “cool.” By 10am they’ve probably done more than I do in an entire day, yelling “buy” and “sell” and firing people for bringing them the wrong spreadsheets or coffee or whatever high-powered corporate people get mad at other people for bringing them. I like to think they earned this smoke break.

Incidentally, way back when I had a brief stint working at a publishing company near Wall Street, I bought some office shirts, including one that looked just like Ana’s: blue with white cuffs and collar. It probably looked terrible on me, but I loved that shirt. (Full disclosure: I am a little over five feet tall, so I bought the shirt in what I thought of as the bar mitzvah section of the Herald Square Macy’s, which was not at all embarrassing as an adult man.)