At the end of a day's work, the clock seems to drag by a lot more than it does on your day off. Hour long lunch breaks feel like fifteen minutes but an hour on the clock feels like an eternity. When the clock finally strikes five, Vera packs up all of her stuff and rushes toward the door to avoid any possible interruptions on her just-started weekend. The cool air hits her cheeks as she opens the door so she pulls her coat a little tighter.
"Have a nice weekend, Vee!" Someone calls behind her.
Rather than turning around and running the risk of getting stuck in a long conversation, Vera waves behind her back and lets the cold air
