You’re great at your job, and they’ll be over the moon to have you back. End of,” he said, earnest, sincere.
Kind. I did actually feel better after he said this—quite a bit better.
“Thank you, Raymond,” I said quietly. He punched me on the arm—gently, not a real punch—and smiled.
“We’re so late!” he said, eyes wide in faux horror. “Meet you for lunch at one?” I nodded.
“Go on then, get in there, give ’em hell!” he said, smiling, and then he was off, lumbering upstairs like a circus elephant learning a new trick.
I cleared my throat, smoothed down my skirt and opened the door.
First things first: before I went to my desk and faced everyone, I had to have the dreaded back-to-work interview.
I’d never had one before, but I’d heard the others muttering about them in the past.
Apparently, HR forced you to have a meeting with your boss if you’d been off for more than a couple of days,
ostensibly to make sure you were fully recovered and fit for work,
and to see if any adjustments needed to be made to ensure you stayed well.
In reality, however, the popular view tended toward this process having been designed to intimidate,
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