Oh gods. This reminds me of my ex-ex-job, and the messy boss I had.
Warning: totally unneeded gross lazy pet owner story ahead, related to the comic above.
She owned five cats, and a dog, and she didn't exactly pay much attention to them, unless the animals demanded her attention. With five needy cats, they pretty much were doing it all of the time in various destructive ways.
Cats were peeing on things, such as production or development units of electronic devices, vomiting on things (VCR was one such device -- how the hell you can vomit in through the cassette slot!?), shitting on the floors, shedding fur, clawing things, and maintenance in that household was about the same level as was her interest in actually being a responsible pet owner. I had a saying, "I may be chaotic, and things are out of order in my house more often than not, but at least they're not sticky and you can walk barefooted on the floor without your foot being stuck to it."
An actual conversation she and her girlfriend had while I was there (the company operated from her home, with the secondary HQ in the city where I lived, so I didn't need to come to her place too often), trying to work on some thing or another; I had left the relative safety of the workshop in the basement, where the animals theoretically weren't allowed to come and make a mess, and headed upstairs to ask something from the boss, and then overheard this:
GF: "Cat is vomiting." Pause. GF: "Cat vomited to the floor." Pause, followed by mad skittering of claws. GF: "The dog ate the cat's vomit."
At that point, a little bit of my soul died forever.
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Date: 2009-08-08 02:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-08 07:33 am (UTC)Warning: totally unneeded gross lazy pet owner story ahead, related to the comic above.
She owned five cats, and a dog, and she didn't exactly pay much attention to them, unless the animals demanded her attention. With five needy cats, they pretty much were doing it all of the time in various destructive ways.
Cats were peeing on things, such as production or development units of electronic devices, vomiting on things (VCR was one such device -- how the hell you can vomit in through the cassette slot!?), shitting on the floors, shedding fur, clawing things, and maintenance in that household was about the same level as was her interest in actually being a responsible pet owner. I had a saying, "I may be chaotic, and things are out of order in my house more often than not, but at least they're not sticky and you can walk barefooted on the floor without your foot being stuck to it."
An actual conversation she and her girlfriend had while I was there (the company operated from her home, with the secondary HQ in the city where I lived, so I didn't need to come to her place too often), trying to work on some thing or another; I had left the relative safety of the workshop in the basement, where the animals theoretically weren't allowed to come and make a mess, and headed upstairs to ask something from the boss, and then overheard this:
GF: "Cat is vomiting."
Pause.
GF: "Cat vomited to the floor."
Pause, followed by mad skittering of claws.
GF: "The dog ate the cat's vomit."
At that point, a little bit of my soul died forever.