Why Does Tails Have TWO Tails?

It always bothered my overly analytic mind trying to understand WHY Tails had two tails. Honestly speaking, Sonic was a kids' game, and as such, most kids, at least ones I knew, didn't care about such things. But since I'm a nerd I'm going to give my possible explanation to Tails' genetic malformation.

And just for fun, a dumb running sonic I animated. This is probably what happened to Sonic after finding out about Tails and his twin.

Download Content

When I was little I remember going over to my friend's house to play some SNES or Sega Genesis, passing the time away like any kid would do. Back then I remember he owned a lot of arcade ports because his dad liked those type of games the most, and with many arcade games there were codes built in to get extra items, lives, characters, etc. At least this is how I remember video games.

Nowadays I have an Xbox 360, which happens to also have a lot of arcade ports I like being released for it. The thing that's different this time though is that unlike in the past when you played something like a fighting game in the arcade and had to do some special command at the character select screen to get secret characters you're instead told to pay to download the "rights" to use the extra character. This wouldn't bother me so much if I knew that the content I was downloading was something not on my game disc, but no, in many cases you're downloading a small file that unlocks the rights to use the content that's on the disc. How can that even be labelled as download content if you're not actually downloading the content? How is this even legal either? It would be like buying a car, being given the keys to unlock it, then after getting inside being told you have to pay extra to have the steering wheel unlocked.

Final Straw

This will more than likely be the final comic for talking about when I worked for the sub shop. One of the first things I experienced while working there was split shifts. They were the most moronic shifts I had ever had to work at any job before. What made me the angriest was the fact that I asked them not to put me on so many split shifts. I wouldn't have minded maybe working one or two a month, permitting the hours were proper enough to pay for the hassle, but no, I was given multiple ones in the same week even though almost every employee that worked there lived within five minutes of the store. As for me, I had to drive thirteen miles each way to get there, yet I was the one given every split shift.

I honestly would have loved it if they gave me double shifts instead. They never gave me those because I guess only managers were given that kinda shift. The last split shift I was given they wanted me to come in and work for two hours. Yes, two hours. Then they wanted me to come back three hours later to work the second shift. Coming in to work for TWO HOURS is RETARDED, I'm sorry. I asked other people for their opinion on the schedule and most of them said "Is the owner and scheduling manager braindead?" I told the manager I wouldn't work that shift, I even wrote on the schedule I wouldn't come in for two hours. At this point I really did not care if they fired me. Amazingly I was told I was fired when I came in for the second shift. Did I care? Why would I care? Working in a place that had faulty equipment, poor working conditions, understaffed all the time, certain employees who didn't work, almost always out of supplies, and then had to deal with ignorant customers on a daily basis for minimum wage I could care so little that if the place went of business I would not even be surprised -- I'd probably sneer in pleasure.

To be positive about this experience though I will say that almost everyone I worked with there, excluding the owner, a couple employees, and pretty much nine out of ten customers, I had a lot of fun talking with them and working along side them in the same business. It was interesting enough to make a series of comics about it so thanks to all those who made it a lot of fun.

With this comic concluded for the most part I do have another one in the making. It'll be about the time I took my driver's education course. That might sound like a boring comic, but believe me, from how I remember it you would have thought I had dropped into a John Hughes movie. So stay tuned for more.

Awkward Names

While working at the sub shop we were already understaffed and while I was there two more people ended up being fired, so by then we desperately needed extra employees. That meant it was time to put up the help wanted sign.

Now don't get me wrong, actually putting up a sign saying you're hiring is a great idea to find new workers, but around this place we had bums, druggies, and crazy people come in on a frequent basis. If you've been reading along with these comics you've probably already assumed that the area was full of these sorta folk to begin with. They rushed into the store nagging the hell out of Frank, who could only tell them to write their name, number, available hours, and perhaps any skills relating to the job on an order slip. Yes, an order slip. Why an order slip? Because the owner didn't seem to feel that THIS store needed printed out applications like the store he ran already had. There were so many scattered order slips littering the desk in the back and a large portion of them had really bizarre names that were sometimes impossible for us to even pronounce.

For those wondering, Waka Flocka was Frank's term for stupid, annoying, or aggravating people.

Solicitation

Those of you who have been following along should remember the autism junk food woman and how I declared that her sort of pushy tactics aggravate me to no end. I also mentioned someone who was almost worse because he was trying to sell me something in a very seducing, salesman manner, as if I were being told to buy a car or some expensive piece of jewlery I didn't need. This is how I remember it.

His skill was actually very high, so high in fact that at first when he came in to get a drink I thought he was actually being genuinely nice by starting a conversation with me. When he came in again and I realized he was holding a clipboard with him the inevitable became obvious. For starters, he was trying to talk to me at the counter after ordering something while there were other customers behind him. When I work, I like to work and work well, but this man was making this simple task a hassle. He started talking to Frank once Frank walked near the counter, which in turn let me take care of the other customers. Again though, I was forced to listen to his sales pitch of "free" which included "paying" which is oxymoronic. I actually walked off while he was talking once I was done wrapping the customer's sandwich -- that's why he said I ignored him. Even if I wanted a maintenance shop to go to for such things(things I already do on my own) the fact I had to drive thirteen miles each way would defeat the purpose of driving to another city every time I needed some simple maintenance done.

Onions

Ah yes, onions, everyone's favorite thing to slice. Its their safe guard against critters or people wanting to eat them for their delicious accent with various dishes. While working at the shop I had to slice onions quite frequently, so often in fact that I think I built up an even stronger immunity to their tear inducing fumes.

There was a strange sense of mischievous delight I acquired from causing misery to customers and my coworkers. I wasn't very bothered by the onions for the most part, excluding a few bags that were so bad that people would actually walk in, grab their eyes in pain, and then dash out of the store like the world was about to end. The fact that our kitchen fan rarely ever worked to extract some of the smoke and fumes wasn't exactly helpful.

Interruption

There was this one guy who worked at the sub shop who was likeable enough, but he was a bit obnoxious. In a business like this his attitude was actually something that was desireable -- high energy, to the point of probably needing some meds, very socialable, to the point where he didn't quiet down, and very personable, which are all very good traits for dealing with the general public. My only issue I had with him is that he came across as a dolt. I could be wrong, but that's the vibe he let off when I had to work with him. Other than that he did his job as well as the rest of us, aside from not cleaning(Why was it only myself, Frank, and the girls who cleaned I will never understand). One of the girls I worked with on a regular basis though told me about how she hated working at the register with him around. This is why.

Like I said, his attitude was very good for the job, but in this case it was a bit invasive for whoever else was working at the register. I guess you just became the mute who wrote down the orders while he was busy talking.

For Gentle Skin

How else would he wash himself? It's like washing a stone statue.

There Are Medicines For That

Because bats, you know, hang upside down.

Free Money

I'm not sure if having somebody accidentally throw their wallet at you is the same as being hit on. The man was actually one of the better customers I had to deal with. When he politely asked me to wait a second while he asked his dad what kind of sandwich he wanted over the phone I couldn't help but snicker a bit at how it sounded so similar to when I try asking my dad something over the phone. What made it funnier yet is that this guy looked like he was at least in his late 30's or older and his dad was evidently still treating him like he was a teenager. I guess that's what most parents end up doing later in life.

The Pizza

If you go to order a pizza from a restaurant you're going to tell the place exactly what kind of toppings you want on the delicious circle, and after you're finished stating your favorite delights to be put on it the person taking the order will generally repeat the order back to you to make sure everything is correct. This is normal, right? So why do some people do things like this?

I was standing right there, listened to his order, watched as she repeated the order and asked him if that was exactly what he wanted, and he agreed to all of it saying that's exactly how he wanted it to be. So why on earth did he come back and then expect there to be pepperoni on it? He might as well have gone and bought a supreme topping frozen pizza. I'm going to give him the benefit of a doubt and say he probably thought he said he wanted pepperoni on it. This was a Sunday and this guy evidently had just gotten out of church(I didn't draw him how he looked since that suit was kinda wild), so he was probably hungry and not thinking perfectly straight -- it happens. In the end we made him another one with the pepperoni and everything else he wanted just to make up for the mistake, if we can call it that.

Duuuuuude

This comic is pretty self explanatory.

I didn't witness most of his antics for the most part, yet he was loud enough that I was able to hear his ranting and raving through the thick bathroom door at the other end of the store. How his logic could be that crippled to the point where he didn't realize a locked bathroom door meant somebody was in there is beyond my comprehension. I've never been high so maybe there's something I'm missing to understanding his awkward behaviour. Soon after he left we called the other store and asked if they had taken an order for a pizza. Turns out that they didn't. So yeah, he was just being an idiot trying to get free food out of the place. I wonder if other restaurants in that area had the same type of people coming in pulling these sort of antics. I somehow doubt it considering how special this place is.

Book Face

Awww, poor book. Don't fret! Romance novel Betty is pretty dumb and might like you.

No, Thank You

If there's one thing that irritates more than anything is invasive sales tactics. I've worked in sales before and they[The Companies]always push employees to make sales in any way possible, be it deception, forcefully telling the customer they need it, and many other twitch inducing methods. There is something that bothers me more than regular invasive sales methods - something with a hidden agenda - something commonly including lies. Donations. Don't get me wrong! Donating is great when it's not pushed onto you, such as a website you really enjoy or a comic page that you enjoy reading(Sorry, I don't have a donation button if you're wondering). No, what I'm talking about are people that forcefully tell you to make a donation for their cause. Allow me to show what happened to me once before.

Perhaps some of you can relate to this. If you live in a semi-ghetto area you can definitely relate to this. Certain people like to use scams to make money, and they tend to use a lot of the same tactics as sales people to acquire it. The first sign I knew this woman was going to be a general pain in the hind end was when she walked in and immediately started throwing bags of what was, obviously, garbage from the dollar store, then instantly demanded to know which one I wanted. Did she think I was a simpleton? I could see what she was up to in her expressions(I drew all her actual expressions as well - they were that intense). The second thing I realized is that she didn't mention any organization she was raising funds for. If you're wanting to gather donations for a cause perhaps you should mention who they're for first, no? I regretfully didn't inquire as to who it was for or for some credentials just to see how she would respond.

Needless to say I wasn't about to fork over any donation for her. Especially not with the amount I was being paid to work at this dump. What gets me is Frank gave her some money, but I think that's because he was busy and not exactly fully focused. I later mentioned my assumptions about her and he admitted that he wasn't thinking clearly at the time. Oh well, at least she wasn't as bad as the man trying to sell me AAA maintenance service while I was clearly trying to work. That will be a different story for a better time.

Manners

I don't believe most people are taught manners anymore, at least not from my experience. Although it could be where I live, since whenever I take trips elsewhere people are more courteous while going about their daily lives. From what I have observed though, most people learned how to behave from either their parents or whoever they happen to be raised by the most. I dealt with a good example of this observation.

So the first thing that goes through my mind when looking at the sandwich is whether or not it wasn't evenly distributed BEFORE or AFTER she took that big ol' bite out of it. Frank mentioned that particular customers would, indeed, buy a sandwich, eat two thirds of it(or more in some cases) only to bring it back stating that there was something wrong with it and they wanted a refund or another sandwich. These were days where Frank obviously could not handle the level of idiocy that breached his mental wall and all form of care he had for the integrity of this shop would vanish. Luckily this rarely happened to that extent and most people were decent enough.

Waka Flocka - OOPS

One of the things Frank liked to call aggravating customers was "Waka Flockas." I'm not entirely sure why he called them that other than the rapper's name is funny sounding. There's probably many underlying reasons, but I never bothered to ask. So, the first night I actually heard this term from Frank was...

His response right after saying "Waka Flocka" was actually saying the name of the store, but the customer knew what she had heard and was kinda angry. It was somewhat funny that she was going to order something afterward yet changed her mind after a few moments. Frank and I were laughing so much afterward because he was not expecting it to be a customer. He told me that he had said "Pep Boys" before just to be funny, but the last time he did that it happened to be the store's owner so he refrained doing that.

Candy Machines

Every time I see those candy dispensing machines at places, generally small restaurants or large stores like Wal-Mart, all I can imagine is how long that candy has been sitting there. Most of the time it's not even candy that appeals to me so I don't take a lot of notice. At the store there were around three of these machines in the eating area. There were Mike and Ike, Reeses Pieces, and Skittles if I remember correctly. One night a coworker had a craving for some candy and. . .

Ironically right next door there was a grocery store that carried such things. She realized that after I pointed it out and we started laughing like we had mental issues from sniffing too much glue(or propane in this place). The most amazing part is that even though we suspected the candy would be stale, it actually wasn't! Either the person who owned those machines replaced the candy very recently or it's really dry inside of those dispensers.

Hurricane Comics

After hurricane Irene hit where I live we were out of power for a few days. During daylight I doodled some comics on sketch paper using a marker that was running out of ink.

Comic 1: A few days before the hurricane arrived my dad decided since he had time off that we would repair the garage. So he started tearing all the shingles off, ripping off the tar paper, and then went and ordered all the supplies needed to fix it. When he decided to do this I vividly remember the weather stations mentioning concern about the hurricane hitting our coast. I mean, really, just that fact that they mentioned a hurricane hitting Florida should have been a clue that maybe we should have waited till a better time to fix the garage roof -- the roof we've been mentioning needed to be repaired for almost thirteen years. Anyway, we rushed a good three days putting new boards on the edge that had been rotting, rolled out new tar paper, and put new shingles on it. It was kinda scary being up there considering it would bend under my weight.

Comic 2: Once the power officially cut out our neighbor pulled his generator out. It was about ten minutes after everything went dark that it started to get noisy. The next day was even noisier because everyone who had a generator was using theirs. You could have sworn a dirt bike rally was going on.

Comic 3: During the storm our neighbor's large oak tree uprooted and fell down, luckily not hitting anybody's house. We all rushed outside to see the damage(yes, it was raining like crazy. No, we didn't care.) I started jumping around in the huge puddle that formed on the driveway because I'm easily amused like that.

Comic 4: While it was too warm in my room, there wasn't very much light, and I was sweating to death, the only thing I felt like doing was eating and exercising. We had a lot of stuff in the fridge that none of us wanted to go to waste, so I ate a lot of it. Especially the yogurt.

Ms. Pacman

Ever since I was around three years old I've loved videogames. Most guys like videogames, I guess. So whenever I see an arcade machine, I want to play it, even if it's a really simple game without any mission other than to increase your score. While working at the restaurant they had three arcade machines inside. The first one was a golfing game that nobody ever played(Who wants to play that? Unless of course it's Neo Turf Masters.), the game next to that was Operation Wolf, which wasn't calibrated correctly so it played horribly. And the last game; the money maker; the gender confused sensation of the 80's; Ms. Pacman!

That wasn't my actual score, but it's close

I'm not amazing at Ms. Pacman, not compared to people who are really into it, but compared to anyone who played the machine at the restaurant I was a mad man. Sometimes I wondered how the joystick on the machine even functioned, to be honest. All these older men and women would come in and treat the joystick as if they were having an arm wrestling match, bashing it left and right as hard as they could to make Ms. Pacman move. Those joysticks function on microswitches. The harder you press doesn't mean the faster she'll move. Most people who came in were really awful at Ms. Pacman and it's not really that shocking that it was so easy to beat their high scores every day.

SHORYUKEN

Doing the same monotonous tasks over and over again, every day you work, for hours on end will begin to wear on your after a while(Unless, of course, you have severe OCD issues and work in a factory creating the berrings that go inside ballpoint pens, or something of that nature). This is why some of us find things to liven the atmosphere so as to prevent the impending doom known as mental insanity. I probably already have some of that already, but working at this place I feel increased the level of it, for a while there, at least. Anyhow. . .

At the register, especially when Frank was manning it, the receipt slips would keep printing out, and since most customers didn't want them, Frank would let them constantly print out until this long strip of paper would be hanging off the front of the register. One day I looked at it and, considering I like Street Fighter, noticed it had an uncanny resemblance to Ryu's headband. An idea sparked, causing me to snap it off, tie it around my forehead, and thus becoming a total geek. I yelled to Frank so he would look over at me to see what was up. I started yelling "HADOUKEN!" and "SHORYUKEN!" while doing the moves(I wouldn't attempt TATSUMAKI SENPUKYAKU in that kinda small space)to which Frank repeated his typical phrase, "Awww jeeeeez", while laughing quite amused.

You have to make things enjoyable sometimes, I suppose. The owner probably wouldn't have found it funny, but what did he find funny? Not much.

Toasty

I'm warm blooded, like most mammals. The problem is, I'm REALLY WARM BLOODED. If it's a winter day, snowing outside, with people bundled up to the point where they look like the Michelin man, I'll be outside in a wifebeater shirt shoveling the driveway while complaining about sweating too profusely. So with that in mind I'll explain what it was like in the restaurant I worked for. The fans on the ceiling would be on, yet they didn't push any air around. It's not like there was very much cool air to circulate anyway. Speaking of which, we weren't allowed to have the door opened in the shop to cool it off and then the air conditioning really didn't do its job at cooling the place down, especially not in the back where we worked.

The scary part is that the other store I would work at sometimes didn't have any air at all, period. I was told that during summer time the owner wouldn't let them open the door and they didn't have any fans to use. Who in their right mind would even want to step foot in that place during summer? That would be like entering a sauna to have lunch.

With Frank I could never understand his wardrobe when he would come into work. It made sense since this was in early February and there was snow out on the ground, but he would keep his hoodie on even when the shop was becoming insanely warm. There were a few times where he got to the point where he had to take his hoodie off, but by that time I was like a melted ice cream cone on piping hot asphalt.

Allergy

Some foods bother me, such as turkey, duck, artichokes, and certain additives put in processed foods(like preservatives). One of the perks of working at a restaurant is that we were allowed to make ourselves half a sandwich for every shift we worked. The big problem though. . .

is that most of it made me sick. It was a progressive sickness. The more times I had sandwiches from the there the sicker I began to feel. At one point I thought it was perhaps one sandwich, the philly steak to be exact, since after reading the ingredients in the meat slabs I concluded it was barely edible. So I changed what sandwich I ate and I didn't feel quite as sick, yet eating there kept increasing my nasal woes. After a while I decided to take one of the sandwiches home and let my family look at it, smell it, taste it. We concluded it smelled a lot like rancid oil, that the breadwas gross, and that it was probably best that I stopped eating the food. Since I couldn't eat the food there, aside from fries, I had to bring my own lunch/dinner with me instead, which almost defeated the purpose of being there since we weren't paid enough.

Brain Fog Mishaps

Do you ever get brain fog? Such as those times where your mind is trying to figure out what you're doing, yet all you can manage to form in your mind is white noise from a television? While working at this place I started to feel this way due to multiple causes, one of which I will mention later. While in this seemingly inebriated state I couldn't focus properly and simple tasks started to feel like attempting to solve theoretical mathematics while buzzed during a rock concert.

For some reason my mind forgot which way was off and which way was on. I turned it the wrong way, thus causing the impending doom, known as the hose snake, to release its soaking venom all around the room. Seriously, it went all over the place, splashing water around the shelf across from it, which luckily didn't do any significant damage.

Jobs Are For Working, Why Are You Taking a Break?

With any job I've had the first thing on my mind when I get there is to immediately get to work, help whoever else is there, clean the shop, and whatever other duties are required of me. What I can't stand are people who come in and try not to work at all. What I can't stand even more is people who do this and don't get reprimanded for their behaviour. You may remember when I spoke about a certain lazy person before who was like this.

Frank said Weasel was bad about doing this, yet it wasn't his place to say anything about it. Supposedly they were going to fire the guy, but when the owner fired every other person working for him before they ended up understaffed meaning they had to keep him. Ironically while I was working there two other employees ended up being fired, including a manager, and the sad part is that those individuals actually worked. So sack two better employees and keep one really bad one. Ah, lovely logic at work, I must say.

Smoothies

If I walked into a store and they had a sign up stating they sold a product, yet when I asked about they told me they only have it maybe four months out of the year I would be a bit annoyed or confused.

I'm still not sure why the owner wouldn't allow anybody to take it down. Maybe it was hard to take down? Perhaps it was permanently stuck in the panel? All I know is that it was annoying always having to tell people that they couldn't order it because it was only a seasonal item. You'd think with as many requests as we received for it the owner would serve it all year long anyway.

Tomatoes

From my experience, if you're running a business you should be catering to what your customers want so you can keep them wanting to return for more, correct? If you have frustrated customers they start becoming irate and many times consider never coming back to your establishment again. Where I worked this didn't seem to be the case because people would keep returning even though they would obviously come in, become irritated, and then many times leave. The food must have been drugged or something. One of the main reasons they would become irritated though is. . .

 We were always out of supplies at this store. The common things to run out were lettuce and tomatoes. Now I can understand those sorta things will run out rather quickly in food service, but we had times where there were literally three days before we would get any more in. Many times we would take our own money to head next door to the grocery store to buy it ourselves so we wouldn't have to keep losing customers. As for the owner, I(actually 'we' since other employees shared my sentiments) don't think he cared about his customers and could care less if they were angry.

Ironically one day when I worked at the restaurant the owner would work in I told him customers that would step into the other shop would become mad and irritated because we were always out of supplies or because it was under staffed. He said that wasn't true and that it was fine. Soon after saying this two customers walked into the store we were working at. I made their meals and when they were done they expressed their gratitude for it being so good compared to any other sub shop they had been to from the same franchise. Of course the owner mentioned his other store that I usually worked at, to which the couple replied, "Is that the one by the mall? Everyone there always seems angry and they're always out of stuff!" I looked at the owner and he said they probably just got somebody who was in a bad mood that day. That's fine, stay in your oblivious mental state.

Mischief

Sometimes goofy things happened on the job.

Poor Frank. Interesting fact about that fridge/freezer - the door rarely actually shut. You'd end up with ice all over everything and then the ice would form around the door itself not allowing you to close it at all.

Behind the Shop

When you watch a movie that happens to be based in a larger city, bad things tend to happen in alleyways or behind buildings. Or at least that's something I've noticed. So when you think about the backside of a business or those long, creepy walkways to get to the dumptster, your instincts tend to tell you that bad things are about.

I was lucky enough to never run into any of the bums. Everyone who worked there tried to take the garbage out before the sun went down, and if they didn't take it out before then all of it would be put into the shopping cart and be thrown into the dumpster the next morning.

What a Mess

Have you ever been able to look at a person, just LOOK at a person, and tell how their personality would be and that you more than likely wouldn't enjoy trying to get along with them? I've run into quite a few people I knew would rub me the wrong way just by looking at them. At this job there was this one employee who eminated negativity and had an absolutely horrible attitude. His appearance made me think he could be related to the mayor in the movie O Brother Where Art Thou. You know, a foul mouthed southerner who smokes too much. The most annoying thing about him though. . .

was that he was lazy. Even though this job was horrible, made me sick, and ultimately led to me not working there ever again, I worked hard. Most of us worked hard, except for him. I was also told he would steal money, take everyone's tips when they weren't looking, and in general he was a pain to deal with. There is one more memorable annoyance relating to this individual, but that will wait for another comic.

Cheese Fries

I consider myself a bit of a adventurer when it comes to food. If I see something that looks entirely unusual and yet somehow exceptionally appetizing I'll feel inclined to try it. While working at the sub shop one night, my co-worker, Kat as she'll be known, told me how to make cheese fries because she enjoyed them. Now when I thought of cheese fries I assumed it would be like the kinds you buy at carnivals -- cheddar cheese smothered, overly soggy, and somehow stomach churning delicious.

I was strangely surprised to find out they were made with mozzerela and bacon if you wanted. Why had I never heard about this before? After perusing menus at local pizza places I found this is a really common way to make cheese fries. I lived in New York for almost six years and I had never even heard of a pizza/sandwich restaurant making cheese fries. If you ordered fries it came with ketchup, ranch dressing, or whatever dipping sauce was your fancy. Needless to say, cheese fries made this way is now on the top of my list for awesome foods.

The Sign Isn't Lying

Do you ever have those times when you're looking at an advertisement in the paper or on one of those obnoxious coupon websites and you somehow know "Wow, that's way too good to be true", then to your surprise after reading the fine print you realize it is too good to be true? I hate when that happens as well. In the case of where I worked though the ads they had, on the wall, in bold face, obnoxious yellow text were very easy to understand. They weren't all sales either(most sales were on the whiteboard), but merely pointed out what extra additions you could include with your meal to save a few cents on extra delights. You know, combos.

 I'm still lost when I try to understand what on earth she was talking about. It was obvious from the sign on the wall what extra fees were included to turn it into a combo meal. Most other fast food restaurants have combos, but they're numbered and show what you can get. Was it that hard for her to understand that we normally sold sandwiches by themselves and you had to pay extra for your drink and chips or fries? Maybe she was ignorant. Perhaps she was cheap? Or perhaps she was trying to get extra free food. I'm going to go with the latter assumptions. Luckily this only happened one time, and to be honest, she wasn't quite this obnoxious. Frank's(the manager screaming) frustration due to this would have made you feel she acted that way though, so it's fitting.

Flirts

With most jobs I've worked there has been the occasional flirt or two. That's fine, it's nice knowing that I'm appealing to some people and that they found me to be charming. What annoys me more than a regular flirt though is a flirtatious individual who uses their so called charm in an attempt to acquire higher services or swag.

Am I going to pay for it? I really thought she had to be joking. With how much I was being paid to work here it would have taken about two hours of work to pay for her detestably flavored sandwiches. And if you're able to even afford to acquire a grill to supposedly beautify yourself as you consume your nutrionally void victuals, then you should be quite wealthy enough to pay for the lovely, soggy sandwiches. Needless to say, her attempt at alluring me with her teeth that would make a pirate jealous was ineffective on myself. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go brush my teeth.

The Kitchen

One of the more aggravating things I had to deal with at this job was that at the main store I worked at(Which is ironically NOT the store I applied for) we had to do any form of food preparation on this table that was barely a meter wide. Of course the owner thought it was a great thing because then the customers could watch us make their food, sorta like how Subway is set up. That is a great concept, exlcuding the fact that Subway has an entire walkway to do all their preparation. With this place there was barely enough space for one person to take orders and another person to prepare food.

From what I was told, the main, larger table that had a larger fridge and also held all the bread above it had been broken for a long time. Why hadn't it been fixed? Probably because the owner of this store never actually worked at this place and didn't even like it.

Subshop - Interview

The last job I had was working for a poorly managed sandwich shop. I wasn't exactly there for very long, yet the amount of experience I gathered while working there was interesting and amusing enough to create a short comic set from it. As with all jobs the first thing you have to do is go to an interview, which is what my first comic is about.

All of this actually happened. She also informed me that the owner of the place didn't want to interview the people because he didn't want to be biased over who he was hiring. That's the whole point of being an owner though, at least that's what I've assumed? You hire individuals you feel will be proper workers at your establishment? I suppose I'll never understand why some people are like that. Back to talking about the interview though. It wasn't till two weeks later that I was called and asked if I was still interested in the job. Probably one of the bad signs I should've recognized sooner was that on the phone I was asked if I still wanted the job in a "Are you like, still looking for a job? Gosh" manner. Of course I was desperate and I said I was still interested.

On the first day of the job I found out why it wasn't till two weeks later that I was asked if I still wanted the job. The other applicant who was there the same night as myself was given the job first. Now I don't want to sound cruel, but when I was there I could have told you the woman was a bit,   oh. . . crazy? At least that's what my first impressions were after seeing her and listening to her speak. It turns out she was crazy, so much in fact that she didn't follow anything they said, she worked only two days, and then she supposedly threatened the owner to pay her in cash for those two days of work because she was suddenly getting married and moving to Pennsylvania. So wow, I don't know what to say about all of that, yet after writing and drawing out these comics I'm thinking that maybe she was actually the smart one and dashed out of this place as soon as she could. As these comics unfold I guess you'll be able to formulate your own opinion regarding that.