"Just a break," he repeated.
The reply his boss gave surprised him, "I don't think you could do it."
"What? You mean I couldn't handle other people telling me what to do? Or I couldn't be in the background?"
"You wouldn't be able to just get rid of the responsibility. Of course other people would still come to you to ask about things and for advice."
"Fine. That's OK with me as long as it doesn't involve who should do what, that's the part that was really pissing me about."
"No, I'm sorry. I don't think it'd work."
"Well, at least you know how I feel. It's the best I could offer you."
Before walking away, his boss added, jokingly, "Listen, make it easy on yourself... and me; find yourself a nice Jewish girl and get married. All our problems solved in one."

He thought about the conversation he'd had with his boss the previous week. He'd confessed he was having second thoughts about leaving. He'd stay if it was just to work; no managing, no being in charge. He was quite happy working when he didn't constantly have to think about many other factors like who was doing what, were the bread rolls cold enough to pack? Were there enough? Which person needed a break? He really wanted to be free of it.
He'd explained that obviously he liked the kibbutz, the people, the bakery, but the responsibility at work was getting to him. And the constant change of volunteers was another thing too. Maybe all he needed was a break, he'd said, to recoup his energy. "Just a break," he'd repeated.