Could this Monday suck any harder?
Scrubbing at the coffee stain on my cream silk blouse with a wet wipe, I muttered a curse under my breath. Today should have been a super-exciting one—after four years of busting my ass in college, it was my first day of work at my first job, finally contributing in a meaningful way. I would be embracing my spot in the family empire, as the right hand to my brother who was at the helm.
Instead I’d just spent fifteen minutes looking for the freaking door to this mammoth building, having to walk all the way around the block twice.
Who can’t find a door? Me, apparently.
Who can’t find a door? Me, apparently.After stuffing the wipes back into my oversized purse, I sipped the now cooled coffee where it had pooled after overflowing on the mouthpiece of the
