[ WP ] Write a story in which a character slowly loses his empathy and humanity because of how society treats him as well as having us empathize with him .

So there's this cafe I go to on my days off. It's rough as a night auditor, y'know? I stay up all night and watch people stumble up to their hotel rooms. I see the happy drunks, the sad drunks, the prostitutes. I talk to the crotchety old men with too much money, the new bride who is crying because her husband slept with the maid of honor. 
 
 I smile and wave and laugh at the regulars, the men and women I see week in and week out. We're both here for work, we all know our place. I have my rehearsed lines: `` Welcome to my hotel! We're so happy to have you. Are you part of our loyalty program? You have a good rest!'' 
 
 I say them with a smile that does n't reach my eyes now, I've been doing this so long. Their replies get shorter as the days go by. Hell, they get shorter as the hours go by. `` I just want to go to my room and sleep.'' Pah. My boss would fire me if I did n't pester you with all these questions, do you actually think I care? 
 
 Then come the nude men and women who stumble into the lobby because their loves threw the clothes they were wearing out the window and shoved them out the door. They hide their genitalia with yesterday's newspaper and beg me to assure them that I've seen worse. 
 
 I have, because just last week I had to clean up the shit and piss that streaked our lobby floor from an addict who overdosed. I've called the cops ten times in the past two weeks. I almost lost my job over five dollars in a drawer that some dumbass kid claimed to have given me, but because his daddy pays big money I could have lost my job by refusing to return the fiver. 
 
 I'm only halfway through my shift, y'know? We only have one camera, and I have two globes sitting on my chest. I've been cornered in the kitchen more times than I can count, by drunk men that ca n't see past my chub and brown, or who think that they're entitled to me because I work at an establishment they're paying to pass out in. 
 
 When you see the lowest of the low, night after night. It starts to fuck with you. It starts to fuck with *me*, and I do n't care. My coffee is getting cold, and I'm ready to go home.
