Work

I like my job. I really do. It's easy. It's close to home. It pays well (especially now, hehe!). And for the most part, it's relatively stress-free.

Except for times when the boss is stressed out.

Like he was about an hour ago.

At me.

I had to take a late lunch today to pick up my daughter from pre-school. I strolled back in the office an hour later all happy with my orange smoothie and chorizo burrito from Jack in the Box. The second I walked in, the receptionist frantically said to me, "Bossman wants to talk to you! He's on the phone with Officemate right now!" Shit. So I walked quickly to my office. Officemate said, "Call Bossman right now!" Shit! Shit!

He just needed some information about a check and seemed alright when we hung up. But my heart is still beating fast from the agitation. There's just something about this man that strikes the fear of Jesus in me. Since I spoke to him, I can't get back on track with my work flow. My stomach feels all icky from the chorizo burrito, which I hurriedly scarfed down since Bossman said he was going to call me back. And I have to go pee, but I'm scared he'll call back the second I leave my desk.

Come on 5 o'clock.