Hmm, is calm in the face of major impending stress a sign that I've snapped?

I feel perfectly calm.

I'm still covering for the woman at work who is, sadly, out with inoperable cancer. They should have a temp in early next week. My co-worker (who has been here six years to my six months) is supposed to train the temp.

Same co-worker just came to me and told me today is *her* last day for at least two weeks but probably forever because she has carpal tunnel syndrome and needs to be retrained in a nonrepetitive line of work.

Oy.

I swore if I had to do her job I'd quit. Over the next couple of weeks, we'll see if I was right.

Oy.

I already know I'm insane; you don't have to remind me!

In the middle of all this, I decided to get cute-poet-chick a computer desk for her birthday, and then got so busy I didn't go actually get it until today (her b'day is tomorrow). So after hardly any sleep, some really full days at work [/understatement], and too much junk food, I'm putting together a desk. They wouldn't have been able to deliver/assemble it until next week. Crazy, that's what I am. :-)

(And happy belated birthday to matthewp!)