Inspirational

It's all about me.

Making a comic strip every day erases the need for a diary. I can tell where my mind was just by looking at one of my comics.

Here I am, typically having some insight about myself with no desire to change. Going to sleep means ending “me time”. Why would I want to do that?

Ok, that’s not entirely correct. I won’t be trying to avoid tomorrow if I’m waiting for the lottery office to open because I have the winning ticket. I confidently predict that I will greet the rising sun with open arms and a big smile. In fact, I’ll not even sleep and greet every hour of the day.

That’s a promise.

This is several years old and I know what I am doing on this day. I am thinking about making a comic about retail work. Will it be a wacky style with crazy looking characters or my usual style?

(It was the usual style.)

I can tell you EXACTLY what I was doing on this day without any diary reference. I was listening to sketch comedy. When I do that, it results in verbose strips.

What else happened that day? Did I try a new recipe for cherry cinnamon apple pie? Adopt a dog? Did my dad die that day?

We have no way of knowing. What we do know is that I was listening to sketch comedy. That’s the important thing.

On this day in history I was being annoying.

If you have a pet cat, there may be times when they are playful in a skittish way. They’re running around, ducking, jumping and acting a little weird. Clearly, they have been lying dormant for too long and need to pretend like they are out in the woods looking for food.

I get like that too, only I like to make stupid jokes instead of working.

Ah, the pandemic. See, here we have visual clues.

This happened a lot. People would open up to me. Being the welcoming listener that I am, I would put off the concluding statement as long as possible. But I had no transitional skills. I’m guessing that on this day a customer really did open up about something pretty serious and I delivered the consoling response that they had to pay money.

I have a lot of great conversations with customers. It’s too bad that all of the buying interrupts the conversation.

Yes, I’m upset about the prices. Why wouldn’t I be? But don’t yell at me while my emotions are shifted into neutral. Somebody’s getting rich off of the price hikes, lady, but it ain’t me.

We can assume that I listened to a rant about prices on this day.

Maybe it’s the town I live in, but we have a lot of yell-talkers here. Perhaps they work around loud equipment. You can only interrupt a yell-talker if you can talk louder than them.

If two yell-talkers are having a conversation in the store, earplugs are in the first aid kit.

I was probably the customer behind this woman. On this day, I had to buy groceries and wondered, for the millionth time, why people who are clearly not comfortable with self checkout passed up the cashiers so they could do it themselves.

The reason is obvious. They wanted to delay me. Occam's razor.

This happened.

I mean, he asked me why stuff wasn’t here if we had planes in the air and trucks on the road. I gave him what I thought was the obvious answer. It’s still on the planes and trucks, dude.

In real life, the customer just said “good one” and left.

It wasn’t a good one. It was the actual answer.

On this day, I decided to stop being sarcastic.

Occasionally I write what some readers call “a nice one”, which is clearly suggesting that I usually write “mean ones”. I’m not sure what to say to that. Grumpy customers or weird staff members are clearly more ripe for comedic plucking than peaceful conversations.

Still, I think I’ve made around five “nice ones”, so maybe I focus too much on the grumpy and weird.