Burnout Fever
Everyone gets job burnout at one time or another, but what if you didn't recover from it? What if nobody did?
Freelance writer Melanie Stroub was happily trashing webevangelist Wilfred McQuarry�s weekly rant about angels when she got it, and ended up fixated on angels. It was like that for everyone: whatever you were doing when you got 'Burnout Fever' was carved into your soul. Following a free-ranging conversation was no longer possible, and everything had to be translated back to your fixation. For some, it made little difference; for others, it spelled disaster.
Barry Lieber knew all about it. He'd watched helplessly while Melanie succumbed one morning over breakfast, and it drove him into joining a grassroots effort to find a cure. His activist friend Derek had good contacts in D.C., even in Congress. But there were others who looked at Burnout Fever as an opportunity, and when McQuarry incited a religious war over the victims, it stopped being just a health issue.
Nobody was safe. Every promising lead turned sour. The righteous, the wealthy, and the powerful all sought shelter from the madness, from the logic-defying pattern of contagion that stymied even the Centers for Disease Control. It defied explanation, but without a cure, the Earth would vanish like a bad dream. And time was running out.
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Freelance writer Melanie Stroub was happily trashing webevangelist Wilfred McQuarry�s weekly rant about angels when she got it, and ended up fixated on angels. It was like that for everyone: whatever you were doing when you got 'Burnout Fever' was carved into your soul. Following a free-ranging conversation was no longer possible, and everything had to be translated back to your fixation. For some, it made little difference; for others, it spelled disaster.
Barry Lieber knew all about it. He'd watched helplessly while Melanie succumbed one morning over breakfast, and it drove him into joining a grassroots effort to find a cure. His activist friend Derek had good contacts in D.C., even in Congress. But there were others who looked at Burnout Fever as an opportunity, and when McQuarry incited a religious war over the victims, it stopped being just a health issue.
Nobody was safe. Every promising lead turned sour. The righteous, the wealthy, and the powerful all sought shelter from the madness, from the logic-defying pattern of contagion that stymied even the Centers for Disease Control. It defied explanation, but without a cure, the Earth would vanish like a bad dream. And time was running out.
Burnout Fever
Everyone gets job burnout at one time or another, but what if you didn't recover from it? What if nobody did?
Freelance writer Melanie Stroub was happily trashing webevangelist Wilfred McQuarry�s weekly rant about angels when she got it, and ended up fixated on angels. It was like that for everyone: whatever you were doing when you got 'Burnout Fever' was carved into your soul. Following a free-ranging conversation was no longer possible, and everything had to be translated back to your fixation. For some, it made little difference; for others, it spelled disaster.
Barry Lieber knew all about it. He'd watched helplessly while Melanie succumbed one morning over breakfast, and it drove him into joining a grassroots effort to find a cure. His activist friend Derek had good contacts in D.C., even in Congress. But there were others who looked at Burnout Fever as an opportunity, and when McQuarry incited a religious war over the victims, it stopped being just a health issue.
Nobody was safe. Every promising lead turned sour. The righteous, the wealthy, and the powerful all sought shelter from the madness, from the logic-defying pattern of contagion that stymied even the Centers for Disease Control. It defied explanation, but without a cure, the Earth would vanish like a bad dream. And time was running out.
Freelance writer Melanie Stroub was happily trashing webevangelist Wilfred McQuarry�s weekly rant about angels when she got it, and ended up fixated on angels. It was like that for everyone: whatever you were doing when you got 'Burnout Fever' was carved into your soul. Following a free-ranging conversation was no longer possible, and everything had to be translated back to your fixation. For some, it made little difference; for others, it spelled disaster.
Barry Lieber knew all about it. He'd watched helplessly while Melanie succumbed one morning over breakfast, and it drove him into joining a grassroots effort to find a cure. His activist friend Derek had good contacts in D.C., even in Congress. But there were others who looked at Burnout Fever as an opportunity, and when McQuarry incited a religious war over the victims, it stopped being just a health issue.
Nobody was safe. Every promising lead turned sour. The righteous, the wealthy, and the powerful all sought shelter from the madness, from the logic-defying pattern of contagion that stymied even the Centers for Disease Control. It defied explanation, but without a cure, the Earth would vanish like a bad dream. And time was running out.
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BN ID: | 2940014511469 |
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Publisher: | Philip Zack |
Publication date: | 04/13/2012 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
File size: | 886 KB |
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