“Ugh…what a day,” groaned Gloria Mailyn. “I’m way too young to feel this burned out.”
She’d been saying that sort of thing to herself more often lately. With each passing week, she came home feeling more restless and lethargic. She was like an old cell phone that couldn’t hold a full charge anymore. It got to a point where Gloria couldn’t even enjoy returning home before sundown. That couldn’t have been a good sign.
Just walking up the stairs to the third-floor apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Aaron Alford, felt like an extended trek through the mountains. By the time she reached her front door, Gloria had to rest her forehead on the faded paint, just to catch her breath.
“Just a few more months,” she told herself. “Hang in there for a few more months and your probationary period will be over. Then, you can go on salary, set your hours, and delegate some of this crap to people who don’t mind doing it.”
That almost sounded easy. She had a bad habit of making difficult task seem easy and it kept coming back to bite her.