The Personal Assistant
I answered my boss’s call, which felt a like a summons. After the humiliating orders came to an end, I went to the break room to relax for 5 minutes.
“How do you like Miss Darling?”asked a guy who was eating a snack.
“I hate her so much!” I replied. “She’s unreasonable!” I felt close to tears.
”I wouldn’t say that out loud if I were you,” he warned. “Just try to learn her routine. This is your first day-try to make a good impression. She’s depending on you.”
”Thanks,” I choked back my emotions. I realized I was being childish. I was used to being spoiled by my mother, who never made me do chores. Also, I had earned a Bachelor degree and this job seemed like an insult.
So I decided to look at my job differently. I was grateful and humble, answering Miss Darling with a smile.