Man #1: Big changes at work. My boss got promoted
Man #2: Not the incompetent moron who once plugged an overflowing toilet with a live squirrel?
Man #1: No, he died in a fire. This is the person who recommended he START that fire.
Man #2: So ANTI-SMOKEY has now been promoted to...
Man #1: Vice President of Global Operations. He gets LEARJET and a BUTLER.
Man #2: How can the company afford that?
Man #1: They fired my entire data-analysis team and replaced them with day laborers from outside home depot. It is now mathematically impossible to accomplish anything at work.
Man #2: And the old job that the new VP vacated...?
Man #1: Filled by an unpleasant janitor.
Man #1: That I once caught going through my desk looking for anything remotely SMOKABLE. He has SECRETS on EVERYBODY.
Man #2: ...It sounds like it might be time to look for a new job.
Man #1: But i live so CLOSE
{{header: work hard at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: The janitor HATES me. Because we both know too much about each other.}}
The janitor HATES me. Because we both know too much about each other.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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