oh, it's an oncoming train

I don't officially have a cubicle at work, but during the day I occupy one assigned to someone who works on second shift. It's a running joke with the guy who occupies the next cubicle over, he always greets me in the morning with her name and as he leaves at night says goodbye the same way. After months of this, it's a rather stale joke.

Over the weekend he had a coronary event. I don't know any details other than he survived and I probably won't be seeing him for months. In the interim, all his duties have been assigned to me and one other person. We both have a vague concept of what this guy does, but neither of us has any clue about the details of how he does what he does. This isn't learning to swim by being thrown into the deep end, it's learning to swim by being thrown into class V rapids.

The good bit is that the work we are actually assigned to is very slow right now so we can devote most of our resources to figuring it out. Too bad I don't have a "Heathers" icon, this really is a Fuck Me With A Chainsaw moment.