The drive to work did nothing to calm Roger's nerves. Sure, she had never been a morning person, but her asshole son had gotten on her last nerve that morning. Why couldn't Jon be more like Zoe? She was, as far as Roger could tell, pretty much perfect.
Roger swerved aggressively, jumping in front of a minivan, showing the housewife-driver the long black fingernail on her middle finger. Of course the drive honked. Stupid bitch, Roger thought, turning up the Cure CD that was playing on the car stereo.
She knew that she needed to get herself together. She had a big presentation for a new client that morning. Some shit about projected earnings and marketplace expansion. Roger rolled her heavily mascara laden eyes. Why did her job have to be so fucking boring? Couldn't she do something interesting, like write poetry?
Sighing a world-weary sigh, she turned the wheel and pulled into the underground parkade that would hold her car during the work day. As if it wasn't bad enough to be stuck in such a lame job. Her home life was so much worse. Her oldest son was an asshole, her youngest an idiot. Somehow she'd ended up married to the lamest middle-aged woman she'd ever met. Linda was the worst. She didn't understand Roger at all.
As Roger stepped out of the car, enjoying the feeling of power the platform boots she'd chosen to wear for the day were giving her, she wondered that if she was so miserable, maybe it was time to make a change. Maybe she should stop pretending to be someone that she's not, and become the Roger she was meant to be.
"Hey Roger!" shouted Gary from near the elevator, the guy whose office was next to Roger's, "Big day, eh? I can hold the door for you!"
Gary had always been nice to Roger, but Roger knew that he was probably just trying to get into her panties. Fucking dipshit. As if she'd go for someone who wore a suit to work.
Again, rolling her eyes, she replied, "Just go."
The elevator door closed, leaving Roger alone with her dark thoughts. Resigned, she pressed the "up" button, realizing that any delay would just put off the inevitable. Today she would play along. Today she would be the business man the world expected her to be. Adjusting her bodice, she hoped that tomorrow would be different. That tomorrow she could be Roger.
