Stick Figure Sketchblog & Webcomic Creator @ Stewped.com

As you may know, I once spent a horrible period of my life working retail. If you’ve ever gone shopping and were treated poorly by the employees, I can tell you why that happened. There are only 2(two) reasons why. Either a) the employee is just a jerk or b) you are a jerk. Although, given enough time, enough of b) happens that most employees become a).

Here’s an example. I have in my well-manicured hands a letter that I borrowed from work. Take a peek. I’ll wait.

Did you count those grammar and spelling errors? Go back if you didn’t. I’m no English teacher, but I can spell retarded, and it starts with Customer.

When little (needs stretchy pants “little”) Jim came into the store, I had been there for about 7 months. In that time, I had never heard of 2-Pocket shirts because my store had never had them while I was employed there. According to the boss, she hadn’t had them in for at least 2 years prior. Now, I wasn’t at work the day this man came in, but I wish I was. Oh to see him attempt to make the little Assistant Manager(who actually is very tiny) manifest these shirts out of thin air with just the power of his undoubtedly fat, angry mouth.

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As I was looking through my notes on comic ideas and such, I found the following.

Did you enjoy it?  I believe I drew it in 12th grade.  Maybe the 11th.  I saved it just for you.  It’s crumpled up, on college-ruled lined paper and it has something to do with Mussorgsky on it.  Why? Who knows?  I could have been in Russian history class!  I may have drawn it my first year of college because I had a Russian history class there too.  The back of the paper says “Marius Petipa *missing* school of ballet.”  And below that: Last symphony Pathetique – full of force and feeling.  I believe that says “awesomeness” above the guy in going “chomp!” but i could be wrong.  It had to be high school, but i don’t remember writing my lowercase ‘A’s in that way.  And i do remember having it ripped my first year at RMCAD because it was in my pocket and i showed it to a couple of people.  “Why am i here? Lemme show you my credentials.” and i’d whip that slip out and everyone would nod and say “ah yes” and “quite” and such.  Frankly, I don’t know why they didn’t give me my degree that day.