The Penguin

One gets that weird apocalyptic feeling on your last day at work, whether you enjoyed the job or not. I admit to feeling a bit weepy, although that may have been the beer I drank at my going-away lunch (check out The Cosmos in Old Town, Lansing if you like great pizza). This also may have to do with the fact that, well, I was just sort of kicked out on my ass by the college...anyway. I've determined not to dwell on it. It's gone, it's done, I got the t-shirt. Time to move on. I've been sniffing around for graphic design jobs; I even applied at a print shop. I think my best bet is the print shop, between the two. Other than that I've got a couple other prospects lined up, it looks like, plus some good leads on commissions. In the meantime there's always Unemployment, although I hesitate to use it, as they made me pay it all back the last time I went on there...that was 2011, I think? And then two years later it's like, "Psych! That'll be $300.00, p...

Rick here. Just working through these grim last days of winter. Classes have been grinding me into the ground - I'm not really sure why; the workload isn't that heavy - and I'm currently plugging away at Aeolus #2 . Work is getting tough, too - between the patrons, stressed-out coworkers, and carts full of books and DVDs piling up in the back room, I'm ready to rip somebody's head off and wear it like a hat. Then again, maybe not. A hand puppet would be better. And if I have to smell another drunk, I swear ta God... On the other hand (playing the Pollyanna game, I s'pose), I am working more hours. And more hours means more dough. On top of that, I've gotten my comic books on the shelves at the library; I've already had somebody call up and ask when the next one's coming out (mid-March, it looks like). If I can generate enough interest, perhaps I can build up a customer base here in Howell that will help pay for DCP's Lansing efforts. Provided, of...