Some days...

[bktheirregular]

My job, this last week, has been comparable to one of those number-tile puzzles. You know, the sort where you've got fifteen numbers and one hole, and you can slide the tiles around to try and get them in order?

Now imagine the same thing except with about thirty drawers full of files, weighing probably a hundred and fifty pounds apiece.

Now imagine the hole just got plugged.

Now imagine you've had four spots taken away, and you need to fit those thirty drawers' worth of files into twenty-six.

They don't know how to handle it, just yet. Neither do I; but it's not my problem ... just yet. I'm just the muscle.

(Hah. That sounds ludicrous, twice so if you know my history.)

So I hang back, and wait. And feel guilty about being on the clock while I wait for them to decide how to solve this little glitch.