S Suye

Dear Work,

Dear Work, I can’t believe how fast five years goes. It seems like only yesterday I was hemming and hawing at your interview. The conversation went well, and you just hired me on the spot! Giving me a shot at a position I felt unwholly qualified for was a huge relief to my life and my budget. But quickly the obligation set in, and the pixie dust of feeling wanted turned into well, dust dust (it really is tough to keep your house clean. Did you know that I would be a mini-janitor when you hired me?)