“Someday, we might probably die at our jobs.” My colleague’s words sent a chill and chuckle up my chest at the same time, causing me to choke on my food.
I shouldn’t think that but it’s true. My job is incredible demanding and draining. Here I am, in a 5-star hotel room, working double time at my work conference – working as a greeter by day and crunching numbers by night. At least the per-diem is good, good enough to cover room service.
I shut off my laptop. Time for bed but before I could reach the bed, everything blacked out.