I was going to write a comment, but was waffling between calling my story being about an interview that took place two, or perhaps three years ago, so I asked someone who was in that project— and was informed the guy and the interview I mentioned “episode” was in 2015, and she remembers it vividly. The new grad showed up dressed in shorts, sandals, and a crumpled, un-tucked, and only partially buttoned shirt, walked over to my desk without checking in, grabbed a couple of books out of one chair, dropped them on the desk, sat down, and propped his feet up in the other chair, and his first words were something like “Hey. I need XXXXXX dollars a year, and if we aren’t talking that or more I don’t need to be here.” I thanked him for having come in, and apologized because we did not have a position that fit his minimum requirements. He snorted, got up, and walked out, but he had never even said what his name was, and I was actually very glad to see him go. The person I asked knew him in college, and still knows his family. He still lives at home, five years later, and his father is angry that “for what he paid for his education the kid should have gotten big job offers.” He thinks it is prejudice because his family is not up the social ladder enough.
And normal women sitting beside lakes handing out paperwork would be better?
Remember, Coca-Cola was originally a patent medicine.
Panel four, text deleted, reformatted to closer to center in 13×19 ratio, and with color— that would be a piece of artwork worth having.