You know how people always talked about not bothering to start something you knew you were not capable of finishing, that that alone was another form of greed. I spent close to half of the workday thinking about why exactly I started working when I surely knew I could get tired of it almost every single day. I guess younger me was way too greedy, like they said.
After my little elevator eavesdropping, work flooded my desk for the rest of the day. I didn’t even get to see the main character of today’s gossip. Heard he was working out of the office today or something.
Bottom line—and the reason for all my ranting—is that work was close to hell today, and I was badly exhausted. But the moment the workday ended and my phone rang, a smile crept to my face as I picked it up and placed it to my
