Stress has been building on Stacy for months. Struggling to finish up her thesis for her masters program, while vigorously searching for a research job is taking its toll. It doesn't ever seem like this rat race will be over for her. She has already been diagnosed for clinical depression years ago in high school, but for the most part the Prozac has helped her get by. .
Finally, she gets back an email for one of the top jobs on her list. It looks like she will be getting this position, and start work in a few weeks. But its crunch time to get her thesis done and she still has a lot of work to do. It isn't helping any that her advisers tack on dozens of corrections for her to do with each draft she turns in. Distressed with all this shit, the boiling point finally approaches. The weed isn't helping her calm down anymore, it just seems to add to her anxiety and paranoia. She hasn't slept but four hours in three days, just staying cooped up in her apartment in front of the computer. What first seemed to be some mild "cabin fever" has escalated to something more serious.
She has been stewing over her new job, calculating how much money it will bring her, and already planning major purchases even though she has not even started yet. She figures she will need a new automobile to go along with her newly employed status. A 2002 BMW roadster has been a key choice for her. The thirty thousand dollar price tag will be easy to cover if she shops around for a low interest loan, and she should be able to pay it off in a couple of years. She has already been around to a number of scumbag dealers in the area to test drive the car and talk price. Her credit is great so none of the dealers are suspicious of the potential customer.
Her roommate has been out of town for the week, so she has been mostly alone to concoct these grandiose schemes without a voice of reason to console her. Her boyfriend has been suspicious of her behavior lately, but for the most part he just thinks she is stressed out.
