Well, I knew I should have stayed as far away from Bernie as I could last week, but in his own words "it's like a disease going around", as I have been all sorts of canned!
I would like to think this frees up my schedule, but alas... no, I've been told they need me to stick around for a few weeks to show others how to do my job. Ohhh, the irony of being told you can't do your job and then wanting you to show others how it's done. On a pleasant note, I made my boss cry with regret as he told me how "pleasant" I was to be around. I can leave (or rather not leave as it were) on a happy note knowing this.
This leads us to my weekend plans. They now include (as they always did): UPDATE: Margaritas at lunch, Beer, Vodka, Vodka, MT's Birthday, Something strong without a name, Vodka, The Pot (this would account for my pleasantness), Vodka, Vodka, and Vodka (this extra one is for the pink slip).
Update: I've asked LuLu if my sudden good mood (think a chimpanzee spazzing out in a locked cage) is evidence to support that I am in fact bipolar. Her reply: Nope, just an alcoholic. I love my friends!