PROMOTION!

The oldest guy at work just died; he got in a car wreck on new years eve night and, after 9 days of surgery and an amputation of his leg, he is dead! That means ... I just got promoted to King of the Programmers!

How should I enjoy my new found power? Should I force everyone to wear buttplugs and program in python? Should I mandate that only bubble sort be used? Feed me ideas, lowly serfs.

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My mom's trying to pay me $20 to wear a dress she bought me and to not meow or talk about witchcraft at dinner with my grandparents tonight. She spends her whole life trying to suppress my catkin identity instead of just allowing me to be myself.

I respectfully declined her offer. If I want to wear clothes that I find in dumpsters, I will. If I feel like meowing, I'm going to meow. If I need to cast a spell or a ward, nothing is going to stop me. I'm so sick of everyone trying to control me.
Mom, I'm a cat, I'm a Wiccan, and I am not going to lie to my grandparents just to make you feel better. So just stop.