Prologue
Yawnnn...
I let out a wide yawn, rubbing my watery eyes-both from sleepiness and from staring at the computer screen for too long. I glanced at the digital clock in the corner of my desktop: 11:25 PM. I sighed softly and yawned again.
"Aren't you asleep yet, Elsa?"
I turned my head slowly. Hana, my friend, was standing in the doorway, her brow furrowed.
I snorted in annoyance and looked at her as she walked toward me. "How can I sleep when my work is far from done?"
Hana bit her lip, and from the glint in her eyes, I knew she was holding back a smile. I glared at her, daring her to laugh.
But Hana only shook her head, smiling. "Come on, El, you're working like the world's going to end tomorrow." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking calm. "You'd better sleep and recharge for tomorrow."
I squinted at her still-smiling face. "Yeah, it's easy to say that because your boss isn't my boss." I turned back to the computer screen that was making my eyes burn. "Having a boss like him makes you want to scream like a madman."
This time, Hana laughed, lightly touching my shoulder, saying I shouldn't stay up too late and should rest soon. She then turned around, wished me good night, and left my room.
Not long after Hana left, I finally decided to press Ctrl+S. Save. I was tired, and I was sleepy. To hell with whether the work was done or not. I shut down the computer and slowly walked to the bathroom.
Okay, first, let me tell you all: life isn't as simple as one plus one equals two.
What makes you stick with your job? Is it because the work is easy? The responsibilities are small? A kind boss, cooperative coworkers, or do you genuinely enjoy what you do?
For me, it's nothing more than money. Maybe the only thing keeping me working there is the paycheck. Because I know how hard it is to find a job these days, especially for a fresh graduate like me. Companies now mostly want people with experience.
And it's not that I don't like my job at all. I admit, working as a marketing staff is a mix of easy and difficult. But I like it enough. Even though my coworkers can be a bit annoying, treating me like I'm inferior, acting all senior, I can still tolerate it.
But the worst of all is my boss. A self-obsessed man who makes me want to punch him in the mouth. I mean, look at me-thanks to him, I'm still awake right now.
That's why I'm telling you all: life isn't easy. It takes a fight. Even if it's just a fight to keep your hands from scratching someone's face.
My best friend, Hana, once told me there's no such thing as a perfect person. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. If your looks are great, maybe your attitude isn't. Or vice versa.
I agree with her. But my boss... My God... He is beyond anyone's expectations.
