I’m working at the Staples Center this weekend as a part of some sort of silly trophy ceremony and the party that follows. Today while riding down a long escalator and staring down the obscenely long hallway it lead to, I overheard a conversation between two people from a different company and division.

(Not the actual escalator.)

The first person asked the second person, “Do you think Sunday will be a long night?” The response explained everything you need to know by it’s tone. “Yee-ah…!”

Since tone doesn’t translate in text, I’ll explain for you. Sunday is the trophy show, followed by the party. There are 4 bands performing at the party, one after the other. 10,000 people are expected. After the party, someone’s going to have to clean up. That would be all of us.

The first person tried to play it off as just a business exchange, but what had really been said was felt. Both people were immediately regretting getting involved with the other.

This is going to be a fun weekend, but not for that guy.