Yes, another one. If anything, yesterday was a blizzard. We lost power for a couple of hours while I was at work. My boss and the CEO weren’t happy about it. We all received brand-new tablets within the hour so we could get back to work.

God forbid we lose productivity.

Creating social media campaigns isn’t what I signed up for when I started college. When I decided to venture into advertising, I thought I’d be shooting commercials with big name celebrities posing for the camera. For every campaign, there’d be a be bare-chested hunk reciting the slogan I had created.

Instead, I work for Emperor Palpatine and his minion, Darth Vader. They don’t have empathy for their workers. Any other boss would’ve sent us home to avoid the evening commute.

“Forget about work,” I say. “It’s time for you to take a break from everything and have some fun. Maybe get a little action.”

I set up my player and move my hips around, dancing to the rhythm of the music coming from the speaker.

Reggie, my dog, stares at me.

“You don’t understand, Reggie boy. It’s been a long time since …” I huff, rolling my eyes.

Here I am again, talking to my dog as if he was the only person who can understand me. If I had more time, I’d be able to date. I need to rethink my life and my career. Working sixty to eighty hours a week is unhealthy.

“But worth it,” I remind myself.

I eye at the envelope I received yesterday with a job offer from one of the biggest advertising companies in the country. They have a management position with a ridiculous salary increase and housing waiting for me.

It’s tempting to pack everything and start a new life. But then, I’d miss my family and my friends.

Is it worth it?

I shake my head. There’s an open position at my current firm, and if we land the new accounts, I know it’ll be mine.

“Do you think this is warm enough for this weather?” I show my denim jacket to Reggie. “I don’t want to be carrying around my winter coat.”

He flops down on the floor and stares at me after howling a couple of times.

“Yes, I know, you’re not happy about this trip,” I say empathically. “Sorry, buddy. I hate sending you to the kennel, but Amanda can’t watch you, and I refuse to take you to my parents.”

As I say the name Amanda, he stands up and walks toward the door, jumping happily.

“Sorry, she’s not coming to walk you today. I’ll take you around the block before we leave, I promise.”