You knew my first day back from Nirvana would be more miserable than usual. When I approached my desk, I was informed there were forty-two – 42!!! – unassigned jobs in the squad’s queue. Apparently no one in my squad does any work when I’m gone. I spent the first two hours tracking down reports and assigning them to the my coworkers.
Sadly, that was not the worst part of my day.
A corporal from our slowest district called and wanted to pick my brain. (I assume he was holding tweezers.) The corporal is a nice guy, but he’s not the brightest bulb, so his question was not surprising.