Okay, that wasn’t anything worse than the usual troll moans, but it really torqued me. I was enjoying the older comics being run, having started my career in the late ’70’s. I already know it will soon come to an end and we’ll rejoin this back-stabbing and lazy generation of general office workers.
Actually before landing this current gig she was on The Original Star Trek, and learned how to keep up the loosest, most filmy and clingy materials to pass TV censors this swoon in the doorway is a cakewalk.
I think this is the point where the unwanted chorus comes in wailing ’It’s just a comic!’ But in this case that’s why Business Cat can have the human body with a cat head and cat brains. Welcome, hang on and enjoy the ride
My mom and dad were both in Galveston when the Texas City Explosion occurred. It broke windows in the high school and one boy was so scared he jumped out a window. My uncle was working in Texas City that day and I can’t imagine how scared my aunt and mother were that day. I still can’t quite forgive the first grade teacher who took her class down to the port, one ship down I understand, and she and a good part of her class were killed. My uncle’s car was taken to be used as an imbalance and couldn’t even get home to reassure my aunt and mom he was ok. Cause? A shipment of ammonium nitrate in the hold, a Class 5 oxidizer for those who handle hazardous shipments or paperwork, was next to a hold which had a fire, and the firemen didn’t worry about the water getting into the adjoining holds until BOOM. This was one of the examples which highlights the need to observe the CFR149C (It’s been a while, I might have the wrong section)when it comes to separating hazardous shipments.
Believe me, you are not alone. Problem is, most food service people are working for minimum wage or worse, a pittance + tips which should equal minimum wage, but come on, we know the drill.
By mid-summer I was so tired of hearing that corny ‘Pop Goes the Weasle’ I’m ready to commit weaslecide. The truck would park right outside our apartment playing full blast. Now I’m in Giddings, not an ice cream truck in sight.
With his super breath he freezes the ice cream. Then he picks it up and, having extreme focus, heat ray vision the first few molecular layers of the ice cream. Voila! Ready to pop back on the cone or just straight to the mouth.
I think that is because the seats were ‘larger’ then. These days if Twiggie wore more than a sheer slip she’d have to purchase an additional seat ‘cause she don’t fit in one seat.
This is one of my favorite ‘Working Daze’ cartoons. I clipped it and had it on my cubical wall for over 5 years and it always got giggles and snorts when someone noticed it and read it.
I grieve with thee. There have been so many comments and so little time I missed that Paul had passed after his fight to survive. Prayers as well as boops and purrs for you and Paul, Ladykat.