Morals

Well, still one or two functioning, it seems. A small barney'ette at the fun factory; it would appear I'm getting increasingly unhappy with some of our wider practises; and certainly have major issues at being bollocked for doing what my training leads me to believe is correct and reasonable, where as what the boss wants me to do is of dubious legal and moral standing to say the least; while at the same time he's doing stuff that's simply technically incorrect and even I can rip to pieces in seconds, let alone a competent barrister. The advice of "just go with what he says, he's boss"; of course although correct, doesn't fit well with me. For the first time in yonks, I get the very strong impression that I'll not collect my pension from this outfit; at some time in the future I'll quit on a principal, and it'll probably be dramatic.

On a happier note, but not for the local wildlife; I see that His Cattyness isn't letting his birthday celebrations get him down... woke to be presented with not one, but two corpses on the carpet this morning. I don't know where he finds 'em. He's got a big jingly bell on his collar as everyone recommends. Of course, what they forget is that cats aren't daft and they soon learn what the folks in the submarine service would call "silent running". Maybe I should replace it with a foghorn. I suspect he'd still manage it.