As if things weren't crazy enough - as if there weren't enough happening at work . . .
(oh, how I long to go into detail about what my division is doing and thus explain everything fully!)
. . . as if we weren't already stretched beyond the limit . . .
Today, someone resigned. Which is fine.
Except . . .
we can't replace that position.
It took me three hours to figure that out, because I was so caught up in everything I was doing when I heard the news. I can't even conceive of how this could possibly work. It's absolutely, awfully, comical. If by comical you mean 'laugh because crying and drinking aren't options right now.'
I don't feel bad for me. I feel bad for my coworkers. I'm dealing with a massive beast and massive clean up efforts that will take months, so I won't be available to ease much of this burden. It's like a bad joke, really.
But hey. Job security, right? That's not as comforting as one might hope, but it'll do for now.