Day in and day out, it's the same damn thing. Jillian goes to work, does her job, and then goes home. On the morning drive, she is fresh and optimistic, she believes it could be a good day, she forgets or at least forgives her boss's erroneous ways.
On the evening drive, she is frustrated and fuming, she can't believe her naivety, she yearns to lash out at her petty, grumpy, unjust boss.
These are not mere frivolous objections, and yet no action is taken. Jillian fills her gas tank every week to make these journeys -- two a day, every day. This is life, she says with a shrug. This is the American way.
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