It’s really late right now but here’s an update. I have enough free time to post a comic a day lately, even if I don’t always have the motivation. You know, the umph.
Anyway, I used to work at the local marina here, first as a jetski instructor, later as the beach house/snack girl. At the first job, I don’t remember being happier. Except when I got married, of course. At the second job, I don’t remember a time that I wanted to kill myself more.
I hated a LOT of the customers I got. Especially this one black woman who insisted I give her a free drink because Bob (still hate that bald old white man) forgot to mention that the promo was for SLUSHIES and wouldn’t leave til I paid for the damn thing myself. Bitch.
Anyway. Simpler times were then.
EDIT: Also, I met Drew at that second job so not all bad came of it. When we started dating about a month later, I drew him little comics and pictures while I was at work. Again, this is his idea. Love you babe!