By the third week of my boss being on vacation and leaving me in charge of the workplace, I was bursting with pride and self-confidence. Everything had gone smoothly...more or less. A few glitches along the way (refer to previous post, thank you) wasn't enough to make it a catastrophic disaster.
But then the 4th week happened and, in spite of having one of the best weekends ever (*glint*), without warning, everything came down around me at work and poo poo -really- hit the fan.
He's back today, and I've braced myself for a huge, smelly shitstorm.
I'm not worried. It's not like he can do without me or anything. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.