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Gardenhead: 6: Welcome to Miami

Mazoo

on Nov. 6, 2006

Heya everyone! Do you know what that is in the last panel? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?

Well it's a Bubbledome! You shall learn later what a Bubbledome is. They are pretty important.

I'm really proud of this page. I think it's absolutely fantastic, especially for me. I surprised myself with the city-scape, which I think turned out pretty well! (You can tell it's Miami 'cause it's got the leetle ity-bity palm trees there). I'm feeling pretty awesome about my art lately (which is like… unheard of for me.)

The school play is this weekend! It's going to be… interesting. But hey, at least I don't have to work at all. But what that really means is that there may not be a page next week. I'll try my hardest to squeeze one out, just for your shiny, happy face's viewing pleasure.

Speaking of shiny, happy things… that's a good song by REM.

Oh! In the news of not-so-shiny-and-happy, I was working on Sunday, and some lady comes in with this absolutely ridiculous custom-order. I was working on salads that day, and apparantly this lady had a bread allergy so she yelled at me to change the gloves I was wearing… and get a new bag of lettuce for her… and cut it with a super-sterilized knife and break all the seals on all these containers of new food… and restart twice until she goes up to my boss (but says loudly enough for the entire store to hear) "Oh… I don't like the way she [me] looks. I want someone else to make my salad for me."

Oh man was I mad. And when I'm mad people know I'm angry. Not only did I waste time and energy prepping all this stupid crap for this lady, remake it for her twice, but she had the nerve to ask someone else to make her gosh-darned salad because she didn't like the way I looked. But of course I couldn't do anything so I just glared at her so hard I thought her face would melt off. Hey lady, if you've got bread allergies… don't come into a freaking bread store! Dangit I hate it when people are so mean. And then my boss yelled at me for getting angry at customers. Whatever.

…and that's my work rant. I desparately want to quit that job, but I keep thinking of Washington College, and I need the money… so I stick with it.

…to end on a good note, though…um… you're all awesome and thanks for the comments!