why i possibly have the best boss

Having been dropped with a new project earlier today (and thank goodness because the last thing i was working on was so boring i wanted to shoot myself in the head), I spent a good part of the morning leafing through an enormous pile of drawings. i was still at it around noon when George, my boss, walked up my desk and said:

"Now Angela, I know I said that this project is important but it doesn't mean you shouldn't take your lunch!"

And just a few moments ago, I went into his office to ask if I could take off earlier on Friday, because I'll be going to Toronto. "Sure," he said nonchalantly.

"Well...I'm making up the time right now," I told him.

"Whatever," he replied lazily, waving his hand.

It almost makes me feel bad for going behind his back and looking for another job.