Ah, there it is. When running out of intelligent banter, your ilk usually falls back on the "skygod" crap.
Must one be some kind of skygod to work into a position in a 747? You might think so. I never did, and still don't.
If you say so. Tell the hairdresser of the cousin of your neighbors son that the job will probably be there waiting when he wants it back, and you're right. It's just not that big a deal.