Nov 30, 2012-- "The waiter was halfway through taking my family's order when his manager called him away."Where did the waiter go?" Sophia, our seven-year-old, asked. Daniel, our five-year old, looked at me and then answered, "I think he had to take a conference call." Even before hearing Daniel's analysis of the waiter's momentary inattention, I knew I had a problem: I work all the time." What follows is the story of how one man managed to reclaim his life from the jaws of busy-ness. (17520 reads)
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