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Back to the Real World

I’ve been released back into the real world. The first thing I did was visit my chiropractor. I’d planned to start the day with my spinal adjustment, for which I was overdue. Then I planned to head to the grocery store, followed by a nice drive in the country.

While I was waiting to see my doctor, I couldn’t help but think about work. I’ve been gone for three weeks. Since I’m the only person who does my job, I pictured towering piles of files and abundant sticky notes with messages that needed returned.

I couldn’t get my job out of my mind. The last week of the month is our busiest, and it’s up to me to make sure all the jobs are checked in and the files are order. The guilt I’ve been feeling for missing so much work, even though it was due to health department order, kept nagging at me. So, I texted my boss to see if he’d mind if I popped into the office to sort things and try get ready for next week.

I figured that by our office being closed on Fridays I’d be able to get organized and develop a game plan in peace. Well, that’s not exactly what happened. I pulled into the parking lot and dug in my purse for the building key. I’d just grasped it when I notice another vehicle pulling into the parking lot.

A man approached me and asked if I was a certain person. I told him I wasn’t and asked if I could help him. In answer, he thrust an application and a stack of paperwork at me. The application wasn’t for my program, but I could help him with the basics. I let him the office and looked over his application. I had him answer some questions he’d missed while I made copies of his documentation.

After I sent him on his way with a promise of forwarding his documents to the appropriate person, I took a good look at my desk. My coworkers had everything organized into groups and neatly stacked next to my phone. I easily discerned what needed done and was able to get a good start. When I finally looked at my watch, I was surprised to see that I’d been at work for over five hours.

I’m not even close to being caught up, but I have a good start and a plan. I know what I’m dealing with now. I’ve prioritized my tasks, and I feel much better about going to work on Monday.

My job isn’t glamorous, but I like it. I help people. I make a difference in the lives of low-income individuals and families. However, I can honestly say that the main reason I’ve kept my same job for all these years is because I work with the best bunch of guys this side of the Mississippi.

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