Chris’ life wasn’t getting any easier. No matter if he stayed late at the office or if he brought his work home, he couldn’t seem to do anything but fall more and more behind.
There was no two ways about it; he was going to have to call a temp agency first thing Monday morning. Placing an ad and doing interviews himself would just take too long. He needed someone now.
He was sitting at his kitchen table surrounded by stacks of paperwork. To his left were three potential jobs he needed to research and decide if he was going to put in a bid. On his right sat bills that he’d discovered during one of his frantic searches for something else, which now urgently needed to be paid. Directly in front of him were three different piles with everything from accounts receivable to a message from his
