My how time flies when you're antsy

So you don't like the word "antsy?" Of course you don't. No one seems all that crazy about anything I write this week. Choose your own synonym: Fidgety, nervous, discontented, uncomfortable, peevish. They all apply.

Our team is not working together as a team, and mistakes are being made. I don't know which came first -- the fractiousness or the fuck-ups. Since my creative concepts have been the ones that have been chosen lately, it's my projects that have endured the lion's share of problems. No one's mood is improved by the rumors of another round of lay offs.

Oh well, I'm having my customary Friday afternoon beer. That means the workweek is over and I can go home to watch the Cubs take on the Brewers. Sunday will be a big day, too, celebrating Mother's Day. It's more poignant and meaningful this year because of my mother's recent illness.