Bad sign

Plugging away at a typical task just now, I stopped short when I realized that I was singing out loud to myself the theme song to "9 to 5." That's right, the Dolly Parton opus that evokes the struggles of the day-late-dollar-short working woman.

Yeah. Singing that. Out loud. At work. This portends ill things, methinks. Praise whomever that my boss didn't hear me.