Here's the thing.
This afternoon, coming back from lunch, I got stuck in an elevator that would only go back and forth between the Lobby level and the 2nd floor, and wouldn't open at either one.
I KNOW, RIGHT.
I don't know how many of you guys have been exposed to that kind of rapid accelerate-decelerate directional change, but apparently it makes people stupid, since nobody would press the OPEN DOOR button when I asked them to until I elbowed forward and did it myself and OH LOOK, when it hit the Lobby level, the doors opened.
On the other hand, not many people have the kind of boss where they can turn to him and say "You're being psychotic, stop now" and he will.
BossBoss is a lovely detail-oriented man but when he's nervous about something he keeps trying to set up more safeguards against the invisible inevitable explosion happening, and sometimes those safeguards are insane. At five minutes to quitting time, I am not going to rewrite our security protocols, and he needs to go home and have a drink, and it's nice that I can tell him so.
That's why they pay me the moderately-sized bucks!