Legion World Forums LEGION COMPANION Spaceopoly Kill This Thread XVIII - Road to 30

She drives me crazy. Has at times applied to my mother, my ex-girlfriend (yes, I didn't always know I was gay!), and that bossy friend of mine who dominated our MBA class.

My new place of work has someone who simply *has* to be part of *any* conversation or activity going. Nice enough, but as long as it centred completely around him and helped his goals. It slowly drove me crazy and I was happy when the team's diverged.

I rule my office. Only because I am the only one in there. Everyone else is working from home.

There's hardly anyone in my office, either. Mostly I like this. Except that they left me to reorganize the whole space by myself and almost no one is advising me on whether or not they care for the changes I'm making.

Also, the floor is solid concrete. I get that it's not glitzy enough to merit carpeting but some pads to stand on would be nice. [grumble]

So much for the workplaces of the future. Some investment in comfort and supervision would not only be nice, it's necessary...

Cleome, replace everything with exact duplicates.

... and bring the old furniture home!

That's the wild part. There is way too much inventory here for such a sparsely-populated office. More duplicate supplies than anyone will use even if they have 50 years to do so. But of course in the current climate they can't donate it.

Also, they could've brought in somebody at this time last year to do inventory of all this unnecessary stuff, ditched it before they moved, and saved themselves a massive headache and probably some money on the moving fees, too. But whatever. Neither the first or last time that I owe my job "security" to bad decisions made by important people.

In one of my previous jobs, we had this insane quota that I could never fulfill, and yet the supervisors liked me so much they let it slide.

Why am I not still there, you might ask? Well...if you have five seconds decades to spare, I'll tell you the story of my life. Didn't think so. No worries, I don't take it personal.

Weird Job Disasters really does merit a thread all its own.

Would be great for commiserating.

In one of the all-time classic Peanuts Sunday strips (1967 vintage,) Charlie Brown is despondent that his baseball team is getting creamed (yet again,) and Schroeder replies with a quote from the Book of Job -- which leads to the entire team gathering at the mound to discuss theology!

Once, Charlie Brown called Dial-A-Prayer to get a losing game rained out.

Another time, Charlie Brown traded Snoopy to Peppermint Patty's team in exchange for five equally good players (Snoopy has always been the only good player on Charlie Brown's team.)

Of course, CB was guilt-ridden, and everyone was angry at him for trading his own dog!

The cat rescuers at Tiny Kittens in Vancouver, B.C. dubbed one rescue colony The Peanuts. So when they bring kittens in for adoption they name everyone after characters from the strip. So there's a momcat named Frieda right now and she's adorable.

That is sweet.

On Facebook, I follow some rescue groups. Quite heartwarming seeing animals be adopted. Hope it's not a temporary thing, but that the new pet owners actually realize how much work pets can be.

Both my former cat (R.I.P. Belinda) and my current cat are rescues.

The Sermon on the Mound!




The two currently enjoying the afternoon patio sun here, moved in from other homes, and wouldn't leave. Both started off as rescues.

Sermon on the mound

Did it rain fish after?

Cats like fish.

Apparently only on alternate days, and the types of fish change along with the time of day they're edible, and which dish they're in and whether you've hand delivered it to their snooze spot... and ... oh, It's time for me to clean out more dishes of unwanted cat noms...

Cats are inscrutable. Sometimes you can step over them and they do not move. Other times you walk beside where they are and they jump up to get out of the way.

I used to know a guy who said he'd cook fresh-caught salmon for himself and offer a few morsels to the cats. But they'd only eat the fish after they'd consumed all the kibble around it. Their true obsession was cream cheese and they would cry and beg for a bit of it anytime he got the container out of the fridge.

My current cat will literally walk in front of you. No matter how many times she gets stepped on, she keeps doing it.

One of my family dogs is more like a cat than a dog. He naps under the bed so nobody can disturb him. Even if you wake him up in the middle of a nap and wave a steak in his face, if he decides he's too sleepy, he'll just stare at you and go back.

He even has a favorite pillow that he snuggles against like a human would with their favorite pillow.