Then We Came To the End
A Novel
Chapter One
You Don't Know
What's in My Heart
WE WERE FRACTIOUS AND overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least
those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen. Most of
us liked most everyone, a few of us hated specific individuals, one or two
people loved everyone and everything. Those who loved everyone were unanimously
reviled. We loved free bagels in the morning. They happened all too
infrequently. Our benefits were astonishing in comprehensiveness and quality of
care. Sometimes we questioned whether they were worth it. We thought moving to
India might be better, or going back to nursing school. Doing something with
the handicapped or working with our hands. No one ever acted on these impulses,
despite their daily, sometimes hourly contractions. Instead we met in
conference rooms to discuss the issues of the day.
Ordinarily jobs came in and we completed them in a timely
and professional manner. Sometimes fuckups did occur. Printing
errors, transposed numbers. Our business was advertising and details
were important. If the th ... read full excerpt from: Then We Came to the End ebook
