Derailed

It had been a long day. Business meetings, client meetings, remote conferencing and the Whole shebang, all within a day’s work. The fact that I was going to do it again the following day or the day after that didn’t sit well with me. It was the sort of job that you hated but you have no other choice but to get there. The pay was big, the opportunities bigger and the amount of stress generated with such a high profile, high paying company was directly proportional to the other two factors described. “Good evening Sophie.” Artie the doorman greeted me as I walked out the front door of the lobby. It was a humid night so I took off my blazer as I walked towards the direction I always headed for after work – the train station, a little inconvenient but something necessary. It was a long walk too but taking a taxi there with the evening rush hour in full blast was not worth it, I’d get there late and will have to wait for the next train - a prospect that doesn’t sit well with me.