The next morning, Sarah woke up to someone bouncing incessantly on her bed. "Go away, Toby," she moaned, hitting him with a pillow. He laughed and sat on her leg. She nauseatedly rolled over on her left side and checked her alarm clock. "Seriously, Toby, go away. It's seven o'clock. I have to get ready. Crawling out of bed, she quickly took a shower and put on some jeans and a dark blouse. Patting her brother on the head on her way out, she drove her old green Honda to a tall, nameless office building in a group of many others. Upon entering her employer's office, she was handed a stack of papers and told to file them. She sipped her coffee and began shuffling through the stack when her boss appeared in front of her desk. "Sarah, you're late again today. If it happens again, I'm afraid we'll have to take more serious measures." With this, he left the room and headed down the hallway in the direction of the elevators. Sarah flopped the papers down on the floor next to her and leaned back in her chair. "It's not fair. It's Toby's fault! Damn it, I wish I had a real job." She reached down to pick up the papers again and returned to looking them over. There were a few memos to her boss, a couple bills, and a record of some cases he'd been assigned to a week or so ago. Finally, when she got to the last paper, she realized that it looked different from the rest. 'We miss you here,' it read. "I'm going crazy," she thought to herself, and she stared out her small window at the park below. Suddenly, she stood up and glared contemptfully at her boss's office. "I'm quitting!" she shouted to the empty room. "This isn't what I wanted." She gathered her things and wrote out a firm resignation letter. Two weeks more; it couldn't be that hard. When she got out, she'd do something that she really wanted to - writing.