this morning #1711.
this morning, the boss called me into her office. “just a quick check-in” to see how i was “getting on” in my new role as a manager. truth be told, i hadn’t given it much thought beyond wondering how the hell i ended up here. when i first left college with a bachelor’s in english, i tried to put my creative talents to good use. floundered around at a series of office jobs. didn’t stay at one for more than a year. made enough money to survive. you could do that back then. wrote whenever i could. then the economy shifted, leaving me searching for stability. i ended up here. held on while my writing faded away. they rewarded me for my loyalty. “it’s an exciting opportunity.” i’d replied with the words of some guy i didn’t recognize.