I had just been told I needed to stay late at the office for the umpteenth night in a row, and when I watched my boss stroll out and go on her merry way, I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a large part of me that considered walking out after her and giving a big middle finger to this place. But I knew better than to give into such an impulse. This job was good, it was just this project which had been a pain in the ass for the last couple of weeks. As I stared at the seemingly never-ending document of hastily and poorly written copy in front of me, it felt like my very soul was being drained from me and I could hardly remember why I got into the editing field.
My long, fuzzy ears twitched and stood up straight when I heard my phone ding. I turned it over to check what the notification was from. Speaking of sucking my soul out. I thought, unable to help but smile as I saw it was a message from my lovely wife.