The new job was a honeymoon period with the shelf life of ninety days. It all seemed fantastic in the beginning—a health insurance premium, paid time off, the promise of growth. We were in the bull’s eye district of Dallas. Across our building sat a community gym. Two of my co-workers convinced me to join, the three of us like musketeers marching into the YMCA with our income verification and subsidized application fees. We had no excuse. Our company’s focus on work-life balance seemed, again, fantastic.