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There is no denying the immensely relieved look on my boss, Dave’s, face when I return to work. “I was afraid you were going to decide you preferred the island lifestyle and not come back to this crazy, hectic office.”
I try to muster a smile, but I fear it ends up looking more like a grimace. Going the honest route, I say, “I need to be busy right now.”
“Well, that we can handle.” He circles his desk after giving me an awkward pat on the back. Once we are seated, he begins rattling off the myriad of decisions, meetings, and speeches that require my assistance.
Having a to-do list a mile long is how I am most comfortable. I make sense out of chaos. That is my one talent. I do my best to embrace my return to the office, but I’m just not feeling it. I go through the motions, but my mi
