Semi-Daily Scribbles

Unless one is a pie crust, being flaky is not an admirable trait.

It's like this: you are smart and capable, and have no sense of time at all. You definitely run on your own schedule and have a knack for pulling off the disappearing act.

"Hey, did Lance just leave without saying anything?"

"Who did Lance hand his caseload to?"

"Is someone covering for Lance until 7:00?"

And still everyone likes you, the fact of which is currency you borrow heavily against. Even so, your flakiness is a subject of fascination for me. When you come in late/leave early/don't even show up I attribute the sketchy attendance to your secret life as a double agent. I chuckle at the possibility. Jason Bourne you ain't! But what do I know? You very well could have superpowers and you're slumming in an office à la Clark Kent. That's the story I choose to believe, anyway.