Monday morning, Marie bangs on the frame of my office door, which I kept open today for some reason. ”What did you do,” she asks, tapping her foot.

I try to imagine what she’s referring to and I squint, thinking through my to-do list from the morning. ”I ran a forecasting model for a few of my accounts,” I tell her, and start to fumble around with the papers on my desk when Marie makes a sigh-groan type noise.

”I mean what did you ...