This is how boring it was to be a monk in the middle ages. You draw stuff like this in the margins when you aren’t painstakingly copying a Roman treatise on Aristotle’s Poetics.
I never thought about this before, but if I worked somewhere and they gave me an ‘employee of the month’ award, it would piss me off because it would make me feel like I was being a kissass somehow.
Literally every order at my last job bottlenecked through me. That meant that I got shit every time I dared to take time off because it meant one of the salespeople had to do my job and they didn’t even know how to do it well because our processes kept changing and only I was keeping up. I was paid dick despite that too. So glad to be away from that fucking job.
At my last job, I would clock-watch like a kid in school and bolt out of there when it got to be 5. No fucking way was I staying there any longer than I had to.
People can walk across Brazil, up through Central America, through Mexico and cross the Rio Grande into the United States without any money. You’re just not trying hard enough.
Oh they make it very clear what a magic cookie is earlier in the strip because it’s used for having hallucinations more than once. At one point, one of the characters eats one and another one crawls into his hallucination.