I shuffled along, dragging my feet a bit. I was going to be late, but couldn’t seem to make my body move any faster.

Finally reaching my desk, I peeled off my coat and threw it on top of the stacks of paper.

George, looking away from his computer screen, greeted me. “Hey, good morning Jan. You look tired.”

I plopped down into my seat. “I did not sleep AT ALL last night.”

“Not even one of your early morning naps?”

“Nope. Not even a single hour.”

“That’s not good.”

“Has the boss come around?”

“Not yet. Haven’t seen him. By the way, Stacey was saying in the kitchen that she didn’t sleep much last night either.”

“At least I’m not the only one. Well, I gotta talk to the boss about the proposal.”

I hauled myself up and took unhurried steps to John’s office.

John, who normally bubbled with enthusiasm, was gazing sourly at his screen.

Once I tapped on his door, he looked up and put on a smile. “Hey Jan! How’s it going?”

“I’ve been better. Didn’t sleep last night.”

His face slouched. “You too, huh.”