So yesterday afternoon, I went to my boss and asked about said file clerk.
Me: "So ugh, when is File Clerk coming back?"
Boss: "Oh, she isn't."
(My jaw hits the ground) Me: "What do you mean?"
Boss: "They didn't put her salary in the budget, so we cannot get her back. The position doesn't exist anymore."
Me: "But-but, can we take up a collection and get her back?"
(Boss' face contorts into bewilderment) Boss: "Um, no. You have to be your own file clerk now."
I walk out of the office with my head hung low. My boss didn't seem to understand. I hate to file. It is painful. My hopes and dreams for my filing systems all depended on File Clerk, because after only a month and a half of her being gone, this is what happened.
The folder...it got too full. I began piling the documents on my desk.
It was getting harder and harder to see my computer monitor, so I broke down. I grabbed the magic brown folder and went into my filing room. After about two hours and realizing I don't know the alphabet quite as well as I used to, I finally had an empty folder.
I walked triumphantly back to my desk, only to realize, I still had the above pictured stack to file. I sighed dramatically and began putting them into their appropriate letter slots only to find out that I had filled the brown folder up all over again. And this vicious cycle will continue until the day I quit/retire/get fired. I hate filing.