If I left tomorrow, would anyone even know?
Only one way to find out: I get in early, hide in the cabinet behind my desk and wait. Could have left it much later. I wish I’d made a cup of tea. If I had, though, I’d need the loo long before lunch.
I wake up, trapped in a dark, confined space. I scream. Someone knocks on my prison.
‘Karen? Everything okay in there?’
‘Fine. Just looking for something.’
‘Brilliant. My report ready?’
That’s a no, then. If I stay in my cabinet, will anyone fire me?