Your Achilles is Trying to Say Something; Listen Up!

I am lucky enough to work in a place in which it is totally normal to stand up in the middle of a meeting, perch myself on a chair, and crank out some eccentric heel drops. I am also lucky that my coworkers haven’t filed a formal complaint with HR yet over my recurrent dad-joke refrain: “My Achilles is a-killin’ me!” Perhaps they take pity on my tendinous plight, or perhaps they chalk it up to “Jana-antics,” of which this is actually a pretty mundane example.  Continue reading “Your Achilles is Trying to Say Something; Listen Up!”