I sit plopped on my chair with my stomach a little raised. Yes, like a typical uncouth boss, how unsightly and unbecoming and compounded by the fact that I'm a lady, it makes it worse of course. Once you reach my age, *ahem*, you just don't bother very much about appearance. It's no wonder I have not had a single date for years.
Okay, the truth. I have a bad back and it helps that I sit as straight as I can. Put together my lazy physique, I seek the aid of the wall behind me to keep that back straight. But I haven't explained that I am sitting on a no-support plastic chair and that means there is nothing to support the lumbar region and therefore, stretching out in this unladylike posture puts less pressure on the small of my back.

Working unceasingly long hours makes one talk to oneself. You reason with yourself, you console yourself and you sigh to yourself. If there are mountains to climb, you just arm yourself with a canister of isotonic drink so to say, and make that arduous climb like a sure footed goat. It's really a tough ride if you're not game for the journey.

This is the sorrowful lonely journey of the business owner. No one sees this side of her. She hoo-haas away in merry company but you do not witness her lonely walk back home. In the dead of the night, she joins the equally dead souls with lifeless eyes as they inch their way to nowhere. This is my life. This is my untold story.