a day to reckon

In the place I work, the people here and I have an odd relationship. It's very uncommon for a company like ours. In that, sometimes the lines are blurry between when we're friends and laughing and having fun and when we're business colleagues who are supposed to sell, market and make money.

I just had a small spat where the two meet violently. It was only mildly unpleasant. Very mildly, honestly. In a normal company, that would have been the "You're Fired" speech.

A couple of days ago, I was being fussed at for not being in the office. I didn't feel like it really as no one else was there and I was doing my job so I didn't think it should have been a problem. I was moody, then quiet, and so went the cycle.

I was working today, several days after the fact, and my boss had a talk with me about this issue. It's something I can't take for granted.

Actually, I can't take any of it for granted. Not this job, or their patience or understand or unusual closeness with myself and each other.

I don't have to work at the office, but I have to go when they ask me to. I don't make millions, but I do get paid and well, by the way. It's not a bad job and I work with good people and sometimes, even though my job could easily allow me to work from home most of the time, they prefer my being in the office. It's a minor request.

I had thought all of this out before he talked to me and I could have interrupted the sentence, but I didn't. I listened and he spoke with authority about what he wanted because, no matter how friendly we are here, in the end, we are co-workers and he is, in fact, my boss.

Funny, he knew I was nervous and told me not to be and, after being very blunt about his thoughts (including tossing his phone in a random direction), he said, "I still love you, though." It was nice, but sobering. Ah well, I'm a good worker and they know that, even if I am moody and rebellious now and then.