Yesterday, my supervisor was in meetings all day. I was left with some of her work. But not alone, I had a co-worker saddled with the same work beside me. Which was good, because it gave me someone to talk to.

Maybe I was moody. Maybe I felt cocky. But like a rooster, I began to crow. I shared my feelings with my coworker about the work. It seemed unimportant, not really mundane, but sort of useless.
And we could take our time and still get it finished, (like every employer’s dream), but it was also uncontrolled. The flow wasn’t right in the office. The work came in too fast sometimes, and too slow other times.
The atmosphere was all wrong too. Her presence somehow quelled the freedom in us as we worked, so with her gone, well we were looser with our words and manners.

I must’ve said how I felt to someone who took it the wrong way because today, I am in the Boss’s Office.
Today I feel apprehensive. I feel like I’m being disciplined and I know I may have actually done it. But what did I say? Nothing bad.