I work until my eyes start to cross and the numbers on my monitors all start to blur together. I’ve run more reports and analysis today than I did in my entire final year of graduate school. With a deep sigh, I decide I have to head home and at least change into sweats before I keep working. My mouth waters at the thought of food, since I didn’t stop for lunch.

I feel a flutter of nerves when I open my office door. I don’t want to face more of my co-workers. ...