Yeah, I’m sorry, but suddenly we are seriously understaffed at work and I seem to be working 80 hours a week again. It’s not particularly stressful extra work, just extra work and lots of it. Suddenly there is nobody to delegate to, and I am left having to lick all my own envelopes again.
…which now sounds vaguely dirty enough to almost make me enjoy it!
So, uh, you want a job?
When can you start?
How’s now? Is now good for you?
What makes it all worse is that we lost somebody I really liked, dammit. She got all my stupid pop culture jokes. She thought I told good stories. She did stuff right, and now I have to train somebody else who will do stuff wrong and not be nearly as adorable doing it. Dammit.
Also, oh fabulous, adorable, but totally ex-colleague who just left for the great Canadian hinterlands, you can stop pretending you don’t read my blog now, and make some goddamn comments. I’ve totally seen your IP address on my blog stats for the last year. You can’t hide from me. Just ask East Falmouth over there. She’ll tell ya. There isno hiding from the great site meter.
Now get back here and lick some envelopes!
I hate goodbyes.