“Ms. Connors can I talk to you in my office for a moment?”
I glance up at my boss, Don, and swallow the irritated response I want to give him. I’m in the middle of a chemical processing that can’t just be set aside. He must be confused by my safety eyewear, thick rubber gloves, and the white coat. I remind myself about the promotion I have my heart set on to help me resist the urge to roll my eyes at him or let the snark that’s on the tip of my tongue come out. “Sure, just give me about fifteen minutes to isolate this and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say cheerfully.
He sniffs at me and checks his watch. “Fine, but don’t keep me waiting,” he huffs.
I wait until his back is turned to roll my eyes and get back to work. Seventeen minutes later, I’m finally at a
