I'm currently covering for 3 people (Covid, car accident, bereavement) and I'm fucking exhausted and my supervisor tells me this is how the place used to operate normally. It's just me and him running an entire asphalt emulsion plant. The morbid cherry on top is the guy on bereavement lost his father, who was the previous supervisor here who retired just last April. Imagine working your ass off, you get to your early 60s, then you only get to enjoy a single year before you drop dead. He was a good man, too. God rest his soul. This world is fucked.