Location: Work
It's difficult to describe the things we had floating around the desks, desperate attempts to slow an inevitable descent into job-induced madness; the odd things that ultimately saved a tiny bit of pseudo-sanity.
Bad Cat
was among the best of those things, making an unholy triad with a couple of wind-up toys: a hopping plastic penis & a spark-spitting nun. When your shift started at 7am and it's now 3am, you're still in cubical-land & the problem might actually be getting worse, well then the strangest things can take on an almost religious significance.
This weird, deranged, snarky, cat-people-totally-believe-this-is-true little book got me through many insane days and nights of freaky computer activities in support of users Not In My Time Zone. I kept it on my desk to pull out when no one had slept, blood had turned to caffeine, and we'd given up understanding why The Bosses thought we needed users since the system was always fine, until those ^@% users touched it. Frequently it got passed around our little wild-haired, wide-eyed, badly dressed team after midnight with each slightly daft coding-thrall flipping to their favorite pages to point and giggle like teens with their first beer before passing it along. My copy has almost every page dog-, um, cat-eared at this point and it's probably a comment on my tragic non-life that I can connect every person to their favorite, and thus marked, cat pic.
If you're fond of cats and snark, get this book. When you read it in desperate moments it can be magic. And it's pretty funny on a slow day, too.