Am I the Greatest Boss or What?

First of all...stop the presses. Look at me doing two posts in one day.

Ok, now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

So, Molly is out today. Not only does she work for me. But she works next to me. Yup, we share an office. A small office. An office in a building that was built in 1841. An office where the floors aren't exactly, um, level.

We had a great office. The best office in the building. But then we got a new boss. And he wanted that for his space. I honestly can't blame him, because it was great space. And Molly and I are team players and all that, so we moved.

But we weren't happy about it. "From the penthouse to the outhouse" was our saying.

But, again, I digress.

So she's out today. She had a pretty rough migraine yesterday (no doubt brought on by either the super rich and delicious brownies Anna made or the hot fudge sundae provided by Larisa). So, she left early. And called out today.

And that's fine with me. She works hard. She deserves a day. I get migraines, so I know how ridiculous they can be.

My general theory is, get your work done and I don't care what you do. Call in sick. Work on your blog. Whatever. Just get the work done. We have to get along. Why? Well, did I mention our office?

Anyway...what I've discovered in the last couple of hours is how good it can actually be when Molly's not here.

For example, I can put the AC on high cool and not worry if she's really cold. It's a male/female thing. I like the office cold. She probably doesn't like it as cold as me, but that's no problem today. It's freezin' in here and I like it!

I can also shake my leg all I want. No, I'm not a dog, but I'm probably a good candidate, really, for restless leg syndrome. I am constantly shaking a leg up and down. Only when you're in a building constructed in 1841 with crooked floors there can be issues.

Let's just say that whenever I shake my leg -- and in thise case, only my right leg -- Molly's entire desk shakes, but most particularly her monitor, causing her to have to say, "You're shaking" or "Foot" or somthing to get me to stop, or at the very least, to switch feet. Sometimes, I don't even know I'm doing it. I just do.

So, no worries about shaking today. I've been shaking up a storm in a very cold office. And you know what, it's been great.

But, that doesn't mean Molly isn't missed. She is. I mean, I swore I thought of her one time today. Probably when I was having another sundae and thinking, "I bet Molly isn't having one of these today!"

What else? I got nothin'.