All's Well That Ends

"When you pushed your chair back from your desk," my coworker says, "you looked like you were going to die."

"You had a vein throbbing in your temple, and you just kept saying 'No, no, no,' over and over," she continues.

"Yeah, it was pretty bad," I say. "But then my boss said it was okay, and I guess it was, after all."