Then one year later, they fired the editor beneath me and decided I could handle things on my own. My mother, after I told her the news, didn’t say congratulations but: “Wow, I really didn’t know if you’d say yes.”Well, yes mom. That’s when something all-too familiar happened: My team shrunk at work, and I was asked to pick up the slack. It felt like the ultimate test, and I accepted:No, I cannot work extra hours because we are short-staffed. Come Monday, instead of feeling like a hero walking into work like I often did at the beginning, I felt nauseous.
