I was at my parents' house for the holidays but I was still scheduled to go into work. (I work 4ish hrs away from my parents' house...) I was making my lunch and getting ready to leave when I realized it was 3 pm and I should have been at work hours ago. My dad still insisted that I be home early from work that day.
The office was very sparsely populated. There were no cubical walls or desks anymore, just chairs at round tables. One of my coworkers was using a stair stepper in the middle of the office while working on her project. I was sitting at a table working on something when another coworker sat down next to me with a children's book.
I was receiving angry emails from a coworker who I am on very good terms with. He was mad that I missed his deadline by coming in late. I was trying to still get my part of the work done despite the fact even though I was afraid he'd take the credit away from me.
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