Murderbot Recovered

New coworker mattdamon told me that his favorite robot is Marvin, from Douglas Adams's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Murderbot, in Martha Wells's Murderbot Diaries, is a self-aware organic/machine construct with a sometimes snarky sense of humor like Marvin, I told mattd. I said I'd lend him the first diary--All Systems Red (2017).

 Two years ago I wrote 12 posts I tagged "Murderbot"--several of them about trying to envision the character.
The art on the dust jackets is unimaginative and unhelpful--it makes Murderbot look like a Star Wars character, and I read it as white and male ("Sorry, neither", as Uhura says--Murderbot has no gender). I'd taken the jackets off, but I'd saved them.

Last night I replaced the original illustration with a photo of a United Nations soldier from National Geographic, November 2019.
Too specific--would be better if the helmet shield were down--but much better.

 

I got in an argument with Ass't Man after the staff meeting yesterday. He was playing the "Blame Everyone Else, I'm the Victim" game he defaults to. I told him basically to man up. He got mad and told me, "You are hard to be friends with". (This isn't about friendship, it's about work). And I ended up telling him to fuck off.

Yeah, not my finest hour. This is not how I want to be--not because it's "not nice"--I don't care about that--but because it's ineffective.
But NOTHING is effective in a workplace that rewards passivity and discourages innovation.

I ignore the managers if I want to do anything (like putting the colorful rug down--all three managers said they liked it, but if I'd asked them beforehand, I believe they'd have said no, we should sell it).

There's another meeting to create an SOP next week. Groan.
I do best if I keep my head down and focus on Toys & BOOK's.

It was a stupid day. I came home and ordered a girlette with one shoe from eBay.