I can manage myself, I really can!

Not really. I do a terrible job of managing myself. I have the worst case of ADD I've ever seen.

I work in 20 second bursts, peppered with interruptions of my own doing. Better check my email, better check my myspace, better do some blog reading, hell, better post a blog.

The problem is this: if I'm not managing myself, I'm being managed by my crazy, moose-knuckled, snaggle-toothed, bad-weave-wearing, over-bite-having, mess of a boss.

I'm working today with only one other coworker in my office. She's this sweet, matronly type who gets WAY too excited when someone brings in pictures of their kids or dogs. I think her naughty weakness is knitting. I'm just guessing.
We had a talk today about her daughter who is going to college in Seattle. She still lives at home, over an hour away from school. For some reason, I feel I should preface this by saying her daughter is stunning. Absolutely stunning. I have no idea how she came from this grandma type. Anyway, she's preparing herself emotionally because her daughter may be moving up to Seattle so she doesn't have to drive everyday. This is the drama in her life. Her daughter MAY or may NOT move out.
Do you have to be old to have your drama level drop this low? What the hell? I want that kind of drama.

Another random thought running through my head and keeping me from working- my old best friend went crazy a few months back. I mean C-R-A-Z-Y. Not for a weekend, like we used to do, not that kind of crazy. That's good crazy. She went bad crazy.
I still hear about her from time to time. Her kids cause all kinds of trouble and now her oldest, who used to be friends with my oldest (until she realized she's nuts too) is now going to school with my daughters old friends. Her kids seem to be falling pretty close to the proverbial tree.
I heard last night that recently my old friend called and threatened some mom's life because one of her daughters said they were making fun of her.
Sigh.
She used to be someone I looked up to. She seemed like a normal person. We'd party like maniacs every weekend, shared plenty of secrets and jokes. She was my go to girl.

Is this something I should be concerned about, I wonder? Going this far off the deep end one day? I mean, right now I am happy, life is good, I'm pretty content. But one day, I can just lose it?

I should probably research that online.

This working thing is overrated anyway!