I love my boss.
She doesn’t just take my calls, she gives me the time of day, she tells me to do something on my phone when I can’t be there, and she always knows when I’m not ready for it.
I love her.
I want her to know that.
And I hate her when I have to tell her.
But in my own head, I don’t really want to be there.
If I’m working in a dark room with my phone in my hand and there’s a voice on the other end saying, “Call me, I’ll be right there,” I’m just going to ignore it.
It’s frustrating, and I don