My boss fired both designers but kept my deadlines. “Help is coming,” he promised. I worked in a high-pressure marketing agency in downtown Chicago, and suddenly I was doing the work of three people.
Every morning, I’d walk into the office and see the empty desks where my colleagues used to sit, and my stomach would drop. My boss, a man named Sterling, would just walk past my cubicle and drop another folder on my desk without even looking at me. My mother was in the hospital back in Ohio during all of this.
She had undergone a serious surgery, and I was trying to coordinate her care from three hundred miles away. I was drowning in spreadsheets, client revisions, and hospital updates. I barely slept, survived on cold coffee, and felt like I was one more “urgent” email away from a total breakdown.
Whenever I tried to talk to Sterling about the workload or my family situation, he’d just hold up a hand to stop me. “You’re fine,” he said one afternoon when I told him I needed to leave early to catch a flight to see my mom. He didn’t even look up from his monitor as he typed away.
“Everyone is stressed, Arthur. It’s part of the job. If you can’t handle the heat, maybe you aren’t right for this level of responsibility.” I went back to my desk and cried silently, feeling like a failure both at work and as a son.
I stayed until midnight that night, finishing a branding deck that wasn’t even due for another week. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life, drifting through the fluorescent-lit halls of an office that didn’t care if I collapsed. Sterling kept telling me that the new hires were being interviewed and that I just had to “push through” a little longer.
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