They Should Pay Me to Stay Home

The boss will be out of town for a week leaving me in charge of a crapload of work and a stray employee or two. Now you should know that the words "Severina" and "in charge" don't usually fit together nicely in a sentence unless there's a guy on the floor begging for mercy, so I'm expecting all hell to break loose at exactly 3:47pm Tuesday afternoon. Sooner if we're out of coffee.

I'm just wondering what will catch on fire first.