I'm feeling beboppy today because it's Friday! Someone who is as worried as I am about continued employment probably shouldn't be so thrilled to see the end of a workweek, but I never claimed to be sensible, logical, or consistent.

Mind you, I'm not as happy as I was three minutes ago. I was really happy three minutes ago.

If I'd known how short the interval was going to be between the time I finished my only scheduled meeting for the day and the time I dumped half a cup of coffee down my shirtfront, I probably would have been even happier. I'd have been savoring the moments.

Fortunately, since it's going to be with me for the next nine or ten hours, I like the smell of coffee.

So, the question is, do I leave at 4:30 today, because I had to be here early for a 7:30 meeting, or do I leave at 4:15 because I actually arrived at 7:15, even though I spent the first fifteen minutes playing computer games?

Three hours later....

At the moment my work ethic, such as it is, is at war with That Friday Feeling.

Buehler is in and he has PMS. But that's not new, he had it yesterday.

He's in that really, really annoying Boss Mode where he wants to me to stay Right. At. My. Desk. Every moment. There's nothing he needs me to do, you understand. And our office is about 50 paces from one side to the other, so it isn't as though he couldn't find me if he needed me. He's just...freaky and needy. This is the kind of Boss Behavior that used to drive me bonkazoid nuts in a previous employer until I realized it was rooted in insecurity.

Now, I just think that anyone desperate to keep me around in case they can't handle life without me is in more trouble than they know.