Busy Busy Bee

The sun creeps up into the skies as she climbs out of bed to face the challenges of yet another day. Driving into the office, her eyes dart constantly between the rear-view mirror and the road ahead....just to make sure there are no men in blue uniform in hiding. They can be rather vicious with people trying to get to work early in the morning. They know people are in a rush. There is no better time to wait in a speed trap than during rush hour.

She nods a hello to the security guards on her way into the building and waits patiently as the elevator pulls up to the 6th floor of one of the only "high-rise" buildings in the Southbay surburbia. The phone is flashing as if it was its way of greeting her. The computer happily beeps as she boots it on. She scans headline after headline of stories, catching up on all the business data that takes place within a short 12hr period. ABC Company merges with XYZ Company. 123 Co's CEO is caught in a money-laundering scam. The Al Qaeda are threatening world domination again. Storms are wrecking lives. The market marches onward and upward.

Phones ringing. Paperwork needs signing. Proposals. Emails. Mindless banter over football with colleagues. Scheduling. The 12 hour day is gone before she knows it. The sun is setting and casting a orangish-red hue into her office. The flurry of activity has long since died down. Her "to-do" list has dramatically shortened, but obviously not enough. She prepares for yet another day. The lights go off.