mice: are we there yet?  I wish.Thursday had a reasonable number of ordinary work things. It also had a free lunch courtesy of work, where we learned that Sherry got an award for doing some stuff that another department was very impressed with. Sherry is, of course, leaving the company on March 1. (Figures, eh?) This means we’ll all have to do all the stuff that she was doing, since it will take a while to get a replacement for her. And also, they wanted me to do something semi-complex right as I was leaving to catch the bus.

No matter. I’ve taken Friday off, so Stephanie and I are taking a mini-vacation in town for a couple of days. That should be nice.

I’ve been reading Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. Haven’t really digested all of it yet. However, the second part of the book is interesting, more for its ancient perspectives and naïve look at the future than his attempt to sell “logotherapy” as the greatest thing since sliced bread. When Frankl wrote the book (late 1940s), Freudian psychoanalysis was still very fashionable, so everything’s couched in those terms, and it’s totally retro. Frankl also says, “Automation should greatly increase the leisure hours afforded to the common worker,” and you all know how accurate that prediction was. Anyway, there’s probably some useful stuff in the second part of the book, it’s just surrounded by outmoded jargon and a really inept shilling job.