While she was surprised at how big of a sourpuss he was about her staying around, she attributed it to his frustration with the detail and impending second shift of nothingness. Maybe she could surprise him with take out or something later on. Her thoughts about that were put on the back-burner when that sweet, sweet notice flashed in her AR and let her know that she'd hit freedom at last!<br/><br/>Promotion or not, she still liked being known as a dependable and good worker. Maybe some higher up would take notice in time and work through the channels to lift her up. A daydream to be sure, but it never hurt to imagine an overweight cred-stick getting stuffed into her purse. For now, though, it was time for the simple joys. Of getting out of her starched-up and painfully tight, corporate get-up, freeing herself from a push-up meant to lure an exec's wandering gaze, and the heels she'd stood and walked around on for hours over hours. Each removal triggered a relieved sigh from her lips before she hit the showers to wash away the dull ache of yet another day of pacing and standing to guard against nothing.