I was late at work recently because of college. I come to the director to specify the date, time and equipment for events this week. The boss thus reminds me of my cushion. I stand silent, listening with an unrestful sight. Then there are screams, scattered papers, accusations of underestimated sense of responsibility to others. And at the end, the final phrase in a calm tone: “All, Andrew, I was shouting. Come later and we’ll talk about what you want".
“Pokerface” I’m quietly away.