All Your Hard Work
Sabrina was on her last leg. As she strode into her office high-rise, barely managing a cursory glance to the lobby attendant before pressing the button for the elevator, she wondered how it had all gone so wrong. Wasn’t she capable, intelligent, driven, attractive, personable? Yet here she found herself. Rocketing to the top floor of her New York office building- sure- but merely to clock in for another glamorous day of taking notes, scheduling meetings, trying not to hurl some odd stapler or paperweight at her loathsome boss’s unappreciative head. Certainly not rocketing up the corporate ladder as she had hoped. Corporate life, she had learned, was draining even in the best of circumstances. Sabrina began to wonder how many more times she could “circle back”, “touch base”, “follow up”, or “synergize” before her …