Janine had been working as a post office clerk for 25 years. Whenever she felt inadequate, she would tell herself that she really was destined for more prestigious work, but circumstances had always gone against her. She had been born to a single, impoverished and abusive mother who discouraged Janine from even finishing high school. Then, her brief marriage to a sadistic man produced a son who lived off her salary, smoking crack whenever he could.
At the post office, customers complained that Janine was the slowest, most unpleasant clerk on the floor. No matter how many times supervisors reprimanded her, she knew she was in no danger of losing her job, so she maintained a dawdling pace.
"I'm not going to kill myself working," she'd say.
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