You know the type. They work long hours, attending meetings, making presentations, always “on”. They take work home, and actually work on it. They never call in sick, taking only quarter-days for funerals of immediate family members. They have “me time” they use to chat about “best practice” and “continuous improvement” with bankers, lawyers, and accountants over a single glass of wine that lasts an entire evening.
I have never been that type.
Once a year, they go on vacation, usually to a resort surrounded by guards and barbed-wire, sometimes they call it “Aruba”. Then — and only then — they get deathly ill, spending the entire week covered with hives of indeterminate provenance, shivering in an overheated hotel room.
I had never been that type, either. Continue reading 06. The Commission