I don’t really like to talk about my job too much, because when the day is over, there’s really nothing at all that interesting about it. It’s about as Office Space as it gets sometimes, to be perfectly honest.
However, this week has been particularly arduous. One of my colleagues is on, has been on, and will continue to be on an extended vacation, thus leaving my department a little short staffed. Suffice to say, things have gotten a little hairy in their absence, and it dawned on me that such seems to always be the case whenever this colleague of mine goes on vacation.
Naturally, as easy it would be to declare such intentions as deliberate and malicious, we all know that it’s just completely freak coincidental that shit hits the fan whenever this person takes off. Nothing against them at all, in the least bit, I like them very much quite the contrary.
But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I hope that the next time I take a vacation, I want a dump truck full of bullshit to overturn right in the lobby of my office and have everyone scrambling. It would just feel so good to know that my vacation was well-timed, as opposed to the last time I went on vacation, when inquiring on whether or not things were busy, to just be informed with a dismissive shrug, that things were slow.
It would be nice to feel like I dodged a real bullet, instead of the office completely no-selling my absence. In a way, it’s an indirect way of feeling indispensable; I know for a fact how much of a workhorse I am, but it would be nice to see others be absolutely relieved when I return from an extended absence for a change.
