She had the worst day ever at her job. Everything she did was wrong. The main customer had yelled at her. Her boss had yelled at her. She left the job feeling like she was just a worthless individual that didn’t deserve to come back this next day.
As got into her car, she thought a lot about her options. She could drink herself into a stupor when she got home. If she was truly worthless like these people seemed to think, she could harm herself and put herself out of their misery.
But there was another option. She reached into her left pocket and rubbed the piece of paper that had been there for a few weeks. It was her one way ticket out of this hell. The paper itself wasn’t worth much, but the six numbers on it was worth a bit. Something like three hundred million. As she drove out of the parking lot, she gave a casual salute to her former place of work.