Tuesday landed hard like a bullet to the brain. Long weekends were always better when Friday was the extra day. Gave you time to re-hydrate and recuperate. Sebastian slammed three extra strength Advil into his system and chased them hard with what was left of the weekends sustenance, a half can of flat Pepsi.
He grabbed the dreaded phone and powered up for the first time in three days. The screen came to life with notification after notification. He resisted the urge to fire the beast right through the window.
He was sick. Not just hung-over, but truly sick. Who in their right mind would sacrifice any semblance of life for a 24/7 career in sales? Idiots, assholes and workaholics…that was who. The only question that remained, was which one was he?