Since I was on-site today, I decided to grace my cow orkers with my presence during lunch. When we left to go, my manager said "Mark, why don't you ride with me?" Great.
Turns out he just wanted to let me know that unless I wanted to come onsite every day, they weren't gonna continue my contract after the middle of September. (I tried to point out that the work I did didn't demand my physical presence, but he said they needed bodies to show for "marketing" purposes.)
This despite the fact that they are desperately in need of sysadmin help (but they just pay me to program). Someone cracked our RHat box and they didn't want to spend any time cleaning up. Oh, and they are losing their other competant Unix guy this week, but they don't know that yet.
Also, the FBI came by today with a Navy security guy. The infosec people in the FBI are (Carnivore not withstanding) pretty cool. My cow orker and I had a great time knocking management with them. We probably shouldn't have talked quite loud enough for managment to hear, though.
Tried to work on AddressBook.pm, but didn't get much done. Flourescent lighting just doesn't do it for me. That, and working at home has kinda grown on me -- even with Ginger and Basil running around and banging on my office door.