Telling her boss, of course, was only the beginning of it: it didn't end anything. Or rather, for Sacha it ended one part of the process of leaving her job and it started another. The process it started was the process of preparing the office for her leaving: it would end with cleaning up her desk and packing all her things, it would probably end with morning tea and everyone saying their teary farewells; but that was a long way off yet. That was a few weeks away. Perhaps not so long, after all.

Before then, Sacha had to make sure that the office would be able to continue adequately in her absence, and while it was flattering to think that it wouldn't Sacha knew that her responsibility was to ensure that it would. To that end she had to make sure that whoever replaced her - and it was impossible to imagine herself being replaced, to imagine somebody sitting in her desk after her just as it was impossible to imagine somebody having sat in the same desk before her arrival at the office - whoever replaced her had to be able to do her job easily and confidently.

So she'd need to write down all her processes. Everything she did, not just the things that she did in the everyday course of her work but the things that she almost never did, would have to be typed up and explained. She needed to write protocols, painstaking protocols detailing every single little thing step by step. And of course she needed to do it all while also doing all her actual work - which she supposed theoretically might make it easier, in that she could do her work and then write down whatever it was she'd just done, but in fact it would be harder, or at least more of a hassle, because all of a sudden her workload had doubled but she was still working the same number of hours.

Still, she shouldn't complain. Perhaps if she worked her arse off over the next month she'd be so exhausted by the time she got on the 'plane that she'd sleep all the way to the U.K. And besides, the last thing she had in mind to do when she got over there was working - so she'd get into debt, so what - so maybe she should enjoy being busy, busy and bored, while she still could.