I once worked in the Australian Public Circus... uh, Service, in the inbred little backwater bayou known as the Defence Science and Technology Organisation, which is a cancerous lump growing on the arse of the Department of Defence. Basically, I paid the bills. Almost from the first day my boss, Liz Weeks, and her boss, Charles Oakenfull, were harrassing me almost non-stop. They decided from a single glance that I was not the kind of employee they wanted (ie. they wanted arse-kissers, and no, I am not joking - the most successful employees in the department were incompetent arse-kissers).
Anyway, they ended up driving me into a nervous breakdown. I wish I was joking about that bit.
Here are some strips depicting my hilarious time there...
66333663356633666337