Who put me in charge?

Sometimes I really wonder what my boss was smoking when she decided to promote me to office supervisor. Who in their right mind would chose a crazy like myself to be in charge of an office? Today is a prime example of that. The boss is gone, three of the other women in the office are gone and one more will be leaving at 2:00 p.m. I brilliantly suggested that we have a pizza party at precisely 2:05 p.m., lock the doors, turn on the answering machine and cause havoc and debauchery until closing time. Then I remembered that I am the supervisor, and should not say things like that out loud.

"I will not have an illicit party at work. I will not have an illicit party at work. I will not have an illicit party at work. I am the supervisor." I think I need a time out.