I get back from work. Get on the computer. Say to myself, "Hey. I wonder if those great fellers over at the upg have updated tonight." I go there. Realize that I'm that updating feller. Darn it.

Everyone had SARS at work tonight. Not one person went through the night without saying they feel sick... then I quit.... for... disclosed reasons... I kind of got in a fight with my boss. Yeah... he's got a mean right hook, but I came right back with a "jab, jab, KABOOM!" Sometimes my hands make funny noises. It was probably from washing dishes all night. Heeeeeeeeey... have you heard about those pizzas over at Tiffany's? Ready-to-Go. Only 5 dolla. I think it'll catch on. Someday we'll all be eating pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It's a great idea. But hey! Don't take my word for it. Try it for yourselves ;) I like that face. It's like he shot his eye out. Now I click send.

I have this little list in my head. It's kinda jumbled and out of order. I can't really make out the words either... It's like a grocery list that went through the wash. But it's a list. A special list with all the names of the people that have requested to be in comic, in order of how i'm supposed to introduce them. There's irony here somewhere... I just can't figure it out.

I had to stop for a Bedford school bus just behind my street today. I was muttering to myself about hating to work this afternoon... "I hate work" I said. "Then don't show up" I said. "But... but..."
Me2: They would never know!
Me1: The managerses would...
Me2: Not if we use the precious
Me1: Yeeees...yeeeeeees... the precious.
Me2: (Gullom. Gullom) Yes... precious!

Alright enough of that! As I was saying.... a chubby little fat kid hobbled out of the bus. Then I broke out of my mental handicap for a second and thought, "Look at him... I wish I was him. Then I could just go home and eat cake all day. Why stop there? I'd eat chocolate cake all weekend if i was him! Heck. He probably does. Lucky kid... doesn't even know how good he has it." Yes. Jerk is one of the many names that I respond to. My dog responds to the name "moron", but that's getting off topic. What topic?

Consider yerselves lucky to have a great guy like me updating this site with a comic every two months. Lucky, lucky, lucky. When I have the super duper comic done I'll update again... but I dunno when that will be. Prepare to fly out of your socks. Anything else? Nah. I'm done.

New comic's up. No i'm not crazy.

I'm gonna call my boss tomorrow. I'm gonna say, "Bill... pal... compadre... I don't really feel like working anymore. You know how it is. So how bout you just schedule me to work Saturday's from now on. One day a week sounds good to me. How's it sound to you? Good? Better... It's either that or I quit. And you know I'm your most valuable employee..."

Tristan has come up with all sorts of nice little quip remarks my manager can say to that... but I think he'll be ok with it. It's all about the attitude, yo. But really... half of me wants to be fired. That'd be nice to be out of a job....aaaaaaaah.... it's like drinking lemonade. The other half hopes he'll let me work just on Saturdays. That'd be just enough money to keep me head above financial waters... but being fired sounds just as good. I guess you could call me optimistic. Yeah... I'll quit if I can't work just Saturdays. I'll have to ask my parents how to do a "two week notice" or whatever... do you actually "do" a two week notice... or it just talking? Maybe I'll just leave. So many choices!!

At Taco Hell, it's the employees vs. them. It's the managers vs. them. But who are they...?

(The author of this reinactment reserves the right to only tell half the truth)
Me: What happened to the fry buttons...?
Manager: They changed them.
Me: Who's they?
Manager: The managers.
Me: ...
Manager: I...I...uh....

See. It's a battle against themselves. Uh... comic. You guys don't really care so I'll just be taking my time, yo. That's right. I think i'm gonna go through another style reconstruction. Just for fun. Uh... so you'll see it later. Peace out.