Enough of This Existential Bullshit

I wrote the title of this post prior to being called into my bosses office to hear some sad news. Ted's wife has cancer and probably has two months to live. (Ted is a loan officer here, along with me). Needless to say, Ted won't be here for the forseeable future. Were I him there's no way I would leave my wife's side.

There is another loan officer, Toni, who is absent as well for undisclosed reasons.

This leaves yours truly as the only loan officer. So I get every application, every phone call and every member that walks through the door. It's been like this since Tuesday.

So things have been busy.

Certainly I'm not happy about the current situation, but it's nothing I can't handle effectively with some help from my co-workers outside the loan department.

But that's not what this post is about. It's about my reaction to the news that Ted's wife is dying.

I thought "Oh, great. I'm screwed now."

I'm screwed? Really?

Horrible. I'm ashamed of myself. I could not possibly have had a more selfish reaction.
The man's wife is dying and I'm only concerned about how it will effect me.

I have to go now.

m. potpie