She walked in to the office that Wednesday knowing that she had a meeting, and knowing exactly how it was going to go, from beginning to end. What they didn’t know was that, when it did, indeed, reach the end, she was finally going to tell them that the job was ridiculous, that they were ridiculous, and that her life was no longer going to be ridiculous. Freedom was to be hers, at last.
Somehow, she managed to refrain from smiling too much, but inside she was brimming with glee at the prospect. No more eighteen-hour days. No more being on call at god-knows-what hour to cater to the bizarre demands of her unreasonable superiors. She would travel, read, sleep – all of the things that she had loved so many years ago and hadn’t had a chance to do in ages.
No more sleepwalking through life. Finally, she would get a chance to live.