Jill groaned as her alarm clock screeched its annoying cadence. She lazily silenced it and rolled out of bed. Another Monday meant the start of another lousy work week. She wanted to burrow under the covers and pretend it was still the weekend.
It wasn’t lost on Jill that her mood changed from sweet to sour when it was time to leave for her job. Her stomach burned and her head throbbed, physical pain to go with the mental anguish
Jill was tired of her line of work. She was an office drone in a cube farm. She worked at her current job for ten years and had grown bored with it. She knew she had a creative drive and talent beyond typing letters and filing.
She always desired to be an artist; she imagined her masterpieces displayed in the finest galleries. Her parents gently reminded her that she would need a steady paycheck to survive, and so she secured a position in an architectural firm.
When the economy tanked and her job no longer covered her bills like it used to, she began to resent it. She felt like an actress; she played the part of an administrative assistant, but tired of the role and the daily costumes, most of which she would never want to be buried in. She could do the same job in jeans and a tee shirt, and be so much happier and productive. Too bad corporate old men didn’t get it.
Jill received double the work but her salary remained stagnant. She was constantly reminded that there was no money for raises, but the suits compared their European vacations and luxury cars within earshot of the staff struggling to make their mortgages. These same pompous people couldn’t understand why morale was nonexistent.
Jill decided it was time to continue her art. With the current job market as bad as it was and her having no formal training, she hoped maybe to find something related to art part time. At least that would be a job she would enjoy, and her salary would be more attractive to future employers, since she had no formal art education, they could get away with paying little compensation.
She continued her 9 to 5 role while working on her art. Her first sculpture was an Oscar award for herself, for best performance in pretending to be happy at work.