I finished my second week of work, which was my first week working without one of my supervisors. With that supervisor gone, a lot of people looked to me to help them, and I was clueless about most stuff. I felt like I was flying by the seat of my pants. I got the hang of it eventually, or at least a good face to put on while I silently ran around screaming in my head, flailing my arms for help.
I left a note for my supervisor, who's returning on Monday, the first day of my week's vacation. It's not really a note - more of a long letter detailing the things I did, because I didn't stick to the list of things that he left me to do. I like the last line of the note:
"I didn't stick to just the list you left me - please don't kill me!"
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