All right, if there is one thing I hate about my job it is when Bella takes vacation.  The only person that knows how to do most (and not all, just most) of Bella’s job is (unfortunately) me.  This is my own fault.  Whenever I’m bored, she gives me work.  Through the work, I learned (most of) her job. 

And now, she’s going on vacation.  Last time she went on vacation, I almost broke down in tears (at work) three times.  I cried twice (that I can recall) at home after work.  And, if I’m honest, probably went through three bottles of wine.  It was stressful and tedious and non-stop and horrifying and it’s happening again in a week’s time.  And this time, it’s worse.  Last time, I only knew one subset of her work.  Now, I know much much much much much much more.  This is very bad.  Very bad, indeed.