Category: work related
admittedly this is actually a pretty decent gig, comparatively
It seems, in retrospect, like sometimes I’m pretty tough on my Educational Assistant job. Obviously — or possibly not — I exaggerate for the sake of the comic. For instance, I don’t mention that the shredding was actually kind of a welcome reprieve from dealing with the students constantly. Also there was a stereo nearby, and listening to music you like makes any job nicer.
Do I have any idea what the job in panel 2 is supposed to be? No. No I do not. Looking at it now I can only guess that it involves putting glue on small boxes. [November 7, 2011]
that’s right, triforce graffiti. you saw it here first
call today for a free brochure
we can all benefit from the teachings of the b.o.c.
slightly later as I type this
just walked around yelling "WOOOOO"
never did find out the answer
This is a story that is one hundred percent true. I was an usher that night at the movie theatre, and these dudes showed up tipsy. I don’t remember the exact circumstances but in any case we had to eject them. Usually we got tipped off by people being too noisy in the theatre — patrons in Winkler are typically pretty reserved while watching, so drunken idiots braying at the screen stand out quickly.
One of the two guys was at least trying to get the other one to leave quietly once they’d been ejected, but that guy was having none of it and decided to get up in my face. (At least he wasn’t physical about it. I’m really not a fighter.) Over and over, he asked: “Don’t you know who I am?!” to which I would honestly reply “no”. But that threat really only works if you back it up, and he never did. Then they left. [May 22, 2011]
honestly, ‘wild hogs’ is not worth the hurry
skullchild! get out of my bathroom
I felt as though the “Monsanto” thing in this comic required some explanation, so I wrote a comment on my own site which I shall display for you thus:
“In the fall of September 2001 I worked at a small Monsanto production plant that made the herbicide known as Roundup Dry. This product was largely for export to other countries. On good days we would simply bag the stuff as it came out of the production system into these gigantic shipping bags, and on bad days we’d have to bag it in these much smaller, bathroom-garbage-can-sized bags/boxes.
The smaller bags required a twist tie to be closed and this twist tie had to be twisted exactly four times, no more or less. Now. Four twists, times hundreds of bags across many nights of work = a pretty ingrained habit, by the end. THUS; bread bags, twist-ties around cables behind my TV, whatever – they get four twists.” [May 3, 2011]