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Another week another...this.  My creepy new coworker, who was apparently hitting on some of my other coworkers, was fired.  In his place, another geriatric who never showed up.  I don't quite understand the supermarket's hiring policy but I guess they figure the local nursing home is a decent place to recruit cheap labor.

Whoops, f!cked up...made my bow tie red in one of the panels.  Only managers get red bow ties...I guess I was just subconsciously projecting my desire for a cooler bow tie.  I honestly think the mandatory bow tie is a psychological gimmick meant to break our will and make us entirely subservient.  What else, short of tattooing "douchebag" to your forehead, could weaken your resolve like that little penguin ribbon choking the soul right out of you?  So many beautiful women have come my way to buy pastrami and salsalito turkey and Virginia ham, I begin to cock one of my charming smiles only to realize...f!ck...I'm wearing a freakin' bowtie.

Among my other gripes is the crooked union we're required to belong to.  Get this sh!t: they take $6.50 off my weekly paycheck to stay in the union, plus $12.50 off my first five paychecks after my thirst thirty days of work as a joining fee, plus an additional $6.50 a week back-pay for those first thirty days...

...what?  Yes, I'm serious, they're charging me union fees for the time I wasn't in the union.  I've posed the same f!cking question to damn near everyone in store management:

"Are you aware that here, in America, money is exchanged for goods and services?  Could you explain to me, please, why I am paying this union for a period in which they rendered me absolutely no services?"

So far every response has been the same: a blank stare and angry grunting.  Sometimes they sh!t in their hands and throw at me.  I'm going to give the union HQ a call and demand my $26 back.  Those assholes.

And yeah, I know, you kids are hungry for updates, well sometimes I'm busy, alright?  Sometimes I don't have time to sit down and take the two hours necessary to update...I need to sleep, work, eat, loaf.  Unlike other webcomics *cough*CtrlAltDelete,PennyArcade,VGCats*cough* I don't just sh!t this stuff out, I make a reasonable attempt to occasionally be entertaining.  Everything here is hand drawn, you can see the meticulous level of detail, there's no copy-pasting going on.  So appreciate it, appreciate me, SHOWER ME WITH YOUR LOVE!

Boop.

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