As we chat, a woman rushes in with bad news from the printer. They're out of purple ink. Teresa pulls out a notebook. The woman rushes off again. Farther down the hall, Judy slips me a copy of the confidential memo she's writing.
Enrolment is down.
As chair of the Disenrolment Task Force, she's one of the few people in the company who knows why. Eileen has been promoted to manager and supervises 12 people. Thinner now, and with a new perm, she radiates self-confidence. I pull in my stomach to try to hide the 10 extra pounds I'm still carrying. I turn left four rows from the window to look for my old cubicle.