morning looking so harassed, because the taxi she was riding in rammed into a parked motorcycle near her office. Her boss had to let her off that day, which turned out to be the day she lost her job.
For some time before, Debbie was always late in reporting for work. Her habitual tardiness, though, was at least better than her not showing up at all, which she had been doing quite frequently. While at the office, she was always on the phone, taking and making personal calls that often left her all the more emotionally distraught to perform her official duties.
The only reason holding her back on that job was the pay, which she undoubtedly needed so badly. But her general state of disorganization was soon affecting her officemates. She would hover at their desks for long periods, relating her miseries with anyone who would listen.
Debbie was not fired out; she quitted. Her boss was kind enough to allow her a graceful exit, and gave her a little severance pay. Losing her job was Debbie’s choice, long before the boss gave up on her. She chose to wallow in her personal mess, instead of trying to fix things up.
It is sad how one person could attract so many calamities, one after the other, or even all at once sometimes. Debbie is just so busy handling day-today emergencies that she has little or no time to be productive, or to live. She chooses to clip her wings,