I Found My Parents Freezing In The Dark And Realized The Golden Years Are A Myth

whooshed. I sat at my dual-monitor desk, surrounded by coworkers discussing their weekend ski trips and the new sushi place downtown.

“Did you get the deck updated for the client?”

I looked up. It was my boss, Sarah. She wasn’t evil; she was just a product of the machine. She was holding a venti coffee, looking at me with that mix of pity and annoyance continue reading …