Deb wakes up every morning — properly, some mornings. Normally within the afternoon. Generally within the early night. She’s already wearing uniform, a muumuu she has been sporting for 3 days. Generally she showers, however often she soaks in a bathtub stuffed with days’ price of stink, fooling herself that in some way, she’s going to turn into clear.
Ultimately, when she has gathered sufficient braveness, she slinks downstairs to her new bosses’ kitchen, the place she is instantly condescended to by the CEO, her mom.
“She’s alive!” the CEO chortles. “We thought you were done for.”
The CEO goes on for a while about losing daylight, productiveness, and gratitude journaling whereas our divorcee zones out by looking at a field of particular Okay geriatric formulation. The president of the corporate, barely decrease than the CEO, her father, slips her a doggie Xanax with a wink. After she takes it, she’s going to return to sleep for 2 hours.
She checks her cell and finds a number of texts from her former employer. She missed the junior accomplice’s basketball recreation and he’s searching for full custody. “Bummer,” she thinks.
Now it’s time for her administrative duties, which embrace two issues: being rejected by employers and being rejected by males on Match.com. Each units of clientele gave her the identical feeling. Effectively, every part gave her the identical feeling: full and utter numbness.
She corresponds with three various kinds of clientele on 4 totally different relationship web sites: younger males searching for some outdated divorcee tang, middle-aged males seeking to cheat on their wives, and different divorcees. She likes to name it diversifying her property, however actually all of them need the identical factor.
One shopper asks her for photos of her toes, and he or she politely declines. One other asks her if she would sit down on his face. Once more, she says no. A 3rd asks if she desires to fulfill for drinks to debate enterprise affairs. She figures: why not? Her life can’t get any worse.
She places on her greatest pantsuit and realizes that it’s two sizes too small as a consequence of all of the stress consuming. She opts for a extra wise skirt and shirt combo which will nor could not err extra on the facet of “affairs” than “business.”
She arrives at a bar that could be a lot nicer than people who she has frequented throughout prior conferences: possibly this shopper will really greet her with nice dialog as a substitute of a hand on her ass. Nope. He places his hand on her ass.
She introduces herself as Deborah, he as John; a decent and business-like title. He fumbles round to tug out her chair to allow them to sit down for a number of very robust drinks. A Gimlet, a martini, and a cosmo later, and her shirt is unbuttoned to a barely unprofessional degree.
As she ambles, vodka-soaked, to the women’ room, she reminds herself that she must seal this deal, lest she be fired once more. She permits him to take her house and defile her however declines his request to entry the again door. She is a woman, in any case.
The deal is sealed and he guarantees to name her, however he received’t. She hops in an Uber to return to the agency. She repeats her routine each day, rising increasingly more disheartened along with her present circumstances. Three weeks later, she misses a vital deadline: her interval. After twenty-three failed calls to her former shopper, she resigns to take a brand new job as an expert single mom over 35.