its like a comic catharsis.
i'm sure i'm not the only one here who hates their job, in my case, both of them.
in the comic, my boss is portrayed by the classic "tumbleweed with fist and foot" character because there was simply nothing even remotely angry enough looking to do him justice.
during the verbal assault (3rd today) i went to my angry place and wondered what did i do wrong.
then i got tired of counting and started to wonder what the hell do other people do for a living and when it comes right down to it, are they happier people than me? most of seem like it...
so, if anyone's interested, make a strip about suck days at your job. and to make it interesting, the one i like the best i give a free shirt of your choice from my stupid shirt co.
if you can even find one you would actually wear.
man that's a lot of typin. that's maudlin drunk for ya. i'm sure i'll be much angrier later.
WHY THE FUCK IS THE GODDAMN CHICKEN NOT IN THE OVEN! GODDAMN IT! I GOTTA DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE ANYWAY SO WHY THE FUCK DO I PAY ANYONE? fuck-fuckity-fuck, fuck.
The chicken was just delivered 32 seconds ago, in fact the delivery guy is still in the room. 'Hi Jason!' I'm elbow deep in coleslaw And have an order cooking on the grill. My bad.
Chicken is violently seized from the back room and ripped out its bags and hurled with much splashing of chicken blood onto trays destined for the oven...
Author's note. When in Cleveland don't eat here.
MOTHERFUCK! MOTHERFUCK! ALWAYS PAYIN WORTHLESS COCKSUCKERS WHEN I END UP DOIN THE WORK! FUCK! MOTHERFUCK!!!
quote:its like a comic catharsis.
i'm sure i'm not the only one here who hates their job, in my case, both of them.
I hated my job. Now I'm unemployed. Since then, my hair has gotten thicker, my skin has cleared up, I'm no longer exhausted, my sanity is stable, and I no longer have the urge to commit random acts of violence.
My advice (stolem from Grandma): Marry a nice man who will take care of you. Then you can focus on whatever you want to do with your life.
well, i just quit my fucking job today during my bosses encore performance of "everyone's a worthless piece of shit" in g minor.
it feels mighty liberating if i do say so myself. now its time to play can i make my rent just at the club, or do i seek other gainful employment?
i wonder if i can find a nice man to take care of me without all that sodomy and fellatio mixed in....
