It’s not really a surprise — it was only a matter of time — but I return from leave to discover my manager has resigned.
My wife responds, “Oh no, they will pile even more on your shoulders!”
I just think, “What’s new?”
The rest of us are resigned to the fact that this is our lot. We’re the glue between all the ill-fitting pieces.
Even if we thought it was time to move on, we know there’s nowhere to go.
Some resign from their jobs. The rest of us resign to them.
Last modified: 22 September 2024
