In the end, I decided not to say what was on my mind. It wasn’t because I was afraid to hear his response, but it was because I already knew what he would say, and I just didn’t want him to tell me to go home again.
“I’m very sorry. Please enjoy your meal…” I said politely as I kept my eyes down and my head hung low.
I turned and left the room before he could say anything. There was nothing for me to do in the afternoon, so I killed some more time helping out with random tasks at the secretarial office. Maybe if things continue this way, I’ll just become a general clerk without a manager as my boss which wasn’t at all too bad.
