Departure Desk
Two weeks ago, one of my coworkers departed precipitously, and in a manner suggesting it was not planned…at least, not by the coworker in question. We were told that a replacement would start the following Monday. He would sit in the same place, take on the same work, etc.
On Wednesday, the replacement suddenly turned in his resignation.
A meeting was called, and the next thing I knew, I’d been “auctioned off” and was the replacement’s replacement on the major, urgent, somewhat disorganized project he’d been working on. I was vaguely aware of the project beforehand, but hadn’t worked on it, and had only 24 hours to get up to speed on it before it was all mine.
After half a day on the project, I can tell you that ignorance is bliss.
The good news is that they’re not moving me to the “Desk of Doom,” upon pain of…well, pain, inflicted on whosoever tries it. It’s good to be popular. I think.
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