I'm leaving work in a couple of minutes... just jumped back on here. He works with me. So, as soon as he landed I got to see him. He is in a bazaar mood. He called me the minute he landed. Called me again when he got to the car and asked if I wanted lunch (I didn't). Stopped in my office as soon as he got here.
The whole time, though, he was in some kind of morose mood. He had to lay someone off yesterday who was a good friend. He's done this before, though, and it didn't quite hit him so bad. So I can't figure out what is going on.
You know what I feel like right now? The best way to explain it is that someone has sent me out in a field with a target on my back. They have handed him the gun. They told me to run around as fast as I can to dodge the bullets. He's there pulling the trigger aiming for the target. I am panicking because I keep falling down and I can't scramble away fast enough.
