It was the Friday afternoon before a long weekend. All of senior management had left for the day, and those of us left were hanging out in the lunch room eating birthday cake (except me. I had extra strong coffee). I was joking about going out for beers, since the bosses were away and we could play.
Then our credit clerk informed me that I was in charge, and to stop being so silly.
And she was right. I was in charge of the office (mind you, not dispatch, the plants, the shop or the lab).
I guess refraining from swearing at work has really paid off. Who knew that I would be pseudo-management?