Runny yolks

So I work in the oil & gas biz and I support a facility on the gulf coast. We sustained damage during Hurricane Ike and were done for about two weeks, so I only was producing product for about two weeks. I'm having to split numbers between the production period and when we were down which involves a lot of number crunching. It's fun (note sarcasm here). Add to this issue here that my counterpart is no longer with the company, and I've got my workload cut out for me this month and even the next few months.

So I arrived at my mother's house yesterday to pick up W and G. My brother and sister-in-law were there as well to pick up my nephew, J, and my niece, A was there too. My mom comes up to me...
"I was going to ask how it went today, but I can see it in your face."
"Yeah...."
"You look fried!"
"Oh, I'm beyond fried. I'm telling you, the yolks are broken and the yolk is running out."
"That good?"
"Yep."
"So when are they going to start looking for someone?"
"Supposedly pretty quickly, but you know how these things go. It takes forever, and then I'll know about it as the bring the new person onto the floor."

Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I really do. It just seems like when I encounter a challenge, I really get challenged. So bake me a cake of Hurricane Ike and make it a two layer with an upcoming turnaround (down for scheduled maintenance) and then ice it with co-worker has been axed, and it's not as tasty, know what I mean? Oh, well! I do feel bad for co-worker though. Co-worker just bought a new house and this is a really bad time to lose your job. Co-worker will end up on co-worker's feet though...I just know it and will be happier, too, I think.

On a lighter note, my new bed arrives tomorrow, so I am leaving at 3 to meet the delivery guy because B is in T town for training tomorrow. You can't beat cutting out at 3 on a Friday and something new to boot. :)