Just don't call me P.P.

I finally got around to reading the book A Peacock in the Land of Penguins (by B.J. Gallagher and Warren H. Schmidt, 2008, Simple Truths), which Boss's boss gave to each of us for Christmas. I should have read it sooner; maybe I could've used some of its advice when dealing with the changes occurring at work. Then again, it doesn't really delve into what to do when your happy community of mixed birds is suddenly invaded by a fat tomcat that wants to seem threatening and powerful even though it has been neutered.

The story centers around Perry Peacock, who was hired by a business run by penguins. Perry eventually learns that he will never be a penguin, no matter how hard he tries, so he leaves and finds a place where all sorts of birds are welcome. I identified with some characteristics from most of the birds mentioned, but this description of Perry really fits me.

He could write well and was excellent at managing his budgets. He was creative and imaginative, and at the same time, practical and sensible.

He had many friends and admirers in his own land, and was very popular and well-liked.

That darn cat!