Very nice.

There are some times when I sound just like him, just like Andrew. I remember standing across from him as he rolled his eyes, or watched as he blatantly ignored my every movement for days. That was his way. You messed something up, you dropped the ball, and you were punished with silence. I can't remember ever seeing him yell. The tone of his voice changed and I heard the day slide into darkness. He only told you once, and that was if the job was new. If it was an old task or something you should know, you didn't get once. You got never. And then the silence. When it would happen to me, I'd buckle down and wait it out. I'd do my tasks to the best of my ability and eventually the laughter would resume and of course it was at my expense, but it was laughter all the same. And usually it was pretty freaking funny. But that's how I work. Those are the moments when I am most like him. I don't yell, I don't ask a thousand times with a sweet voice or kind heart. The work needs to get done so I do it. I don't run behind and clean up or do over. I do it myself. To me, not doing your best is a slap in the face when I have do it for you. So yeah, it's quiet time right now.