The Sentence

First, it was the relieve of finally hearing the sentence.
Then, all the uncertainty return. How would the boss react to this, am I in it or what...
I stopped thinking about it.
Now it pops and makes me wanna tear.

When the kid was late, when the parent was late I snapped. I didn't throw a tantrum but I told myself I've had enough. I walked away and let them deal with the consequences themselves. I'm not your slave. We live by rules, and I expect you to respect me enough to follow the basic rules.