Betty was fine, he had thought, until she proposed this to me:
“I want our team to have bring-your-cat-to-work Fridays.” That was what she said. Two-and-a-half years of plain, good work, the image of a perfect employee, all shattered.
Any other person would have asked me a raise at that period in time, and I would give it to them. Oh, what I’d give just to take that decision back.
Did you think I turned her down? The best damned dev in the place?
By my grave mistake, I have approved bring-your-cat-to-work Fridays. But not bring-your-cat-to-work-and-take-care-of-them-yourself Fridays.
And now, I am staring at the most hideous creature I have ever known. Round and fat, with fur white as snow, with a disposition blacker than my own, withered heart.
Oh, you shall ravage that painting no more. By my tie I swear it.