I was sailing today. Cheerful and chipper and sneaking over to my story file every few minutes to tack some more words onto the latest LESS outline. Even doing a bit of work from time to time.

Then the Mad Doctor harshed my vibe.

We use a phone conferencing system, okay? And everyone has a set of access codes so we can tell who uses the service and we know how much to bill back to various people for the work we're doing for them. (Each of us primarily works on a particular project.)

The Mad Doctor has never adjusted to this concept. He wants one set of codes he can use, no matter who he's talking to or about what.

I don't mind him wanting this so much (I wanted a pony when I was four) but I surely do mind him calling up here and spitting venom at me because he left home this morning without the codes he needed for today's meeting.

His inability to track his daily schedule is his problem, not mine. Anyone with a brain in their head would have printed the e-mail and taken it with them. Or written down the numbers.

Anyone with two brain cells to rub together would have made a list of the numbers they needed by now (there are only four) and stuck them in their wallet. They would have had them available when they needed them.