Even thinking about it makes me feel feverish and my heart pound.
I do not have enough PTO to deal with this.
2
What happened thismorning has been weighing on my chest ever since I got back to my desk. Normally I would have told Lily all about it during our lunch break. After all the shit I've (lovingly) given her for her mishaps at work, I'm sure would be thrilled to hear about me messing up for once. Sadly for me, Lily isn’t here. She’s gone along on a work trip with our boss, which, —considering their relationship, —is probably going to be more about destroying hotel rooms than it will be about work. Can't wait to explain the charges to accounting.
I’m not bitter about it or anything. That whole ordeal was just kind of stressful to watch from the sidelines. She's worked here longer than I have, but she's a bit younger and more easily influenced. I often worry about how badly the whole dating your boss thing could have gone for her, and it just reaffirms everything being in HR has taught me: office relationships are bad news.
Honestly, I’m just glad it worked out for her, because sex rituals with the CEO is out of my jurisdiction.
Breaking noses wasn’t really in my jurisdiction either. I mean, maybe it is, but I haven’t had to deal with something like this before.
I need to stop cowering in my office. I need to go out and apologize, but the memory of the whole thing is making me cringe. I’ve stood up twice in the last ten minutes just to turn around immediately and sit back down.
Maybe I can just send him a card.‘Sorry about your nose.’
That option’s not exactly dripping with sympathy, but I don’t think I’m capable of writing anything even slightly outside of HR speak.
I take down my bun and redo it for the fourth time today; something to do with the anxious energy buzzing in my limbs. The complaints my scalp would make go unheard.
Maybe I can just bury myself in my job and pretend it didn’t happen. Maybe it’ll just fade into the background and the constant paperwork will stack over the memory of it.
Ugh, what is with me? Normally I’m the one coaching people through apologies and settling disputes between cubicle neighbors.
I grip the seat of my chair hard, until I can convince myself to push off and stand up. The third try gets me a little bit closer to the door.
I’ve got my hand on the doorknob, gripping it a lot harder than normally. If I let go I might just fly back to my chair, or under my desk even.
A knock startles me a step back.
“Ms. Kelsey?” a voice asks through the door, and I freeze.
It’s then that I notice the enormous shadow that’s fallen over the frosted glass of my door window.
“Y-yes?” I reply, my voice coming out a little strangled as I realize it’s him, the Orc from before. Fuck me, he’s come here to seek out an apology?