I have to get a new job. I can’t deal with this one anymore. I’m on the bus right now on my way there, and all I want to do is blow the bus up and escape in the confusion.
I’ll try applying at comic book shops. I know the clientele is still going to be comprised largely of hygienically challenged mouthbreathers, but I’m hoping my love of comics will at least partially make up for that.
Wish me luck, I guess.