wanting to walk away

She sits in the back room waiting for her soup to heat, wondering how many more years she can deal with this job. It has been over twenty years so far and the job itself is not difficult, really very routine. It is the people, the personalities she must deal with time and time again that seems to be getting harder. Either her perceptions have changed or her tolerance for certain behaviors. One might say such is life when dealing with people daily, but what makes it so difficult now. Sometimes it is fine and nothing eats at her but on other occasions the slightest glance, word or action puts her on edge. She is beginning to feel pushed out, unneeded and unwanted. It is not a pleasant feeling so her mind says whatever and shies away from the truth. She sits waiting for her food realizing that she must continue in this job out of necessity. Should the necessity ever go away, what then. Will she walk away quietly or will there be a volcanic eruption of old anger and resentments. She hopes for the former. She prays to be able to walk away soon.