One of my coworkers is a fairly young kid. This is his first real job and he absolutely loves it. He has assigned all his coworkers different roles in his work family. He’s the little brother, our boss is the cool aunt, another is the weird aunt, there’s the smart older brother, and then there’s me, the work-dad because I guess it make sense to him somehow?
Anyway long story short the boss tells me that I am no longer allowed to ground my coworker because the kid has to go home sometime.
My cat is very enthusiastic about burying his waste, so there’s always a blast zone of scattered kitty litter when he uses his litter box. Sometimes I get a little grumpy when I have to sweep up the clay grit, but when I do I just remind myself that he’s cleaner than 80% of the dudes who use public washrooms because at least he manages to hit the fucking toilet when he goes.
Seriously guys, aim for the centre of the toilet. If my cat can figure it out, so can you.