Gina
The merchandising assessment packet sat on the corner of my desk all afternoon.
Every time I glanced at it, my heart skipped a beat.
For over a year I’d dreamed about this moment. I’d watched people get promoted while I stayed at the switchboard, answering phones and telling myself that one day someone would notice I was capable of more.
Now they had.
Instead of feeling confident, though, I was terrified.
“What are you staring at?” Jill asked, setting another stack of call logs beside me.
“My future.”
She looked at the packet and grinned.
“Or your nervous breakdown.”
“I was trying to stay optimistic.”
“You’ve got five whole days before the assessment. Plenty of time to panic.”
I laughed.
“Thanks for the encouragement.”
“You’re welcome.”
She leaned against my desk and lo
