A Cinderella Moment

 

On my way to with this morning, I ran right out of my shoe. OK, so I wasn’t actually running – more like walking briskly – when the heel of my shoe got wedged in a crack in the sidewalk. And the Fairfax Co. Connector, although partially orange, is not actually a pumpkin carriage. But Cinderella is fleeing home when she loses her shoe, and with a little imagination, my boss could be a wicked stepmother, and my two coworkers stepsisters.  I certainly feel like Cinderella at work sometimes.  (this is even more amusing to me when I remember that my boss’s stepdaughter is visiting this week)  What I want to know is, where’s my handsome prince?  If my employer is my wicked stepfamily, is Prince Charming a more desirable job?