Late stages of negotiations for a major deal with a professional sports team: 

3:30am.  Law firm conference room.  Seven people waiting around a table made to seat 25 people.  Papers and cups and laptops everywhere.

One guy is dozing with his feet on the table.  Two are staring blankly at their computer screens.  One woman is watching “Epic Fail” videos on YouTube and laughing hysterically out loud at people falling into port-a-potties.  Two guys are playing each other in an online game of Scrabble.

Me? 

I’m reading Les Miserables in French.  Wearing a bow-tie and a blue blazer.

Because of course I am.