another page from the longer comic about jobs. Working on this story is making me have those awful waiting tables dreams I used to have when I was a waitress where the restaurant is crowded, everyone is mad and the food is taking forfuckingever. It’s kind of a nice respite from the apocalyptic dreams I have almost every night but I wake up totally stressed out because we’re out of blue cheese. Usually I wake up completely mental because New York is burning to the ground or I’ve been swallowed up by an earthquake and on my god why am I telling you about my dreams I’m so sorry.
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waitressing is the bane of my existence.
I want to be a waiter! I think it’ll be cool! I’m gonna be so awesome. It’s gonna be a part-time job through college.
Love all your comics! they are all great! Keep doing it.
I hate working in the food industry. I am good at it, too, which deeply saddens me.
I sell Jello shots on Bourbon St which is what you do if you’re not nice enough to be a waitress!
hahaha food service jobs were born in hell! and should have stayed there!
ps when are more fart party volume 2′s coming to your store website. I want to buy them here to get the other little stuff with it! i already have the other two :0( but im low on cash so i can wait anyways :0/ lol
I won’t be selling any more Vol 2s from my store as they’re low on stock and I dont know if they’ll be reprinted any time soon. For now you can get them on amazon or from Atomic Books http://www.atomicbooks.com/index.php/fart-party-volume-2.html
Wow, I haven’t had “the waitress nightmare” in years.
Mine usually went something like:
1.) 20 table section
2.) every table was filled
3.) I hadn’t been to even one of them yet
4.) and we were out of cream for coffee so I had to leave to go to the store to pick some up.
… and there might have been some screaming and inappropriate behavior from customers, just to up the anxiety level
Sooo happy to wake up from that one!
Finding pride in anything you do is a way of living a happy life. Of course it should not restrain you from moving on to a better job when the time comes.
@Sarah
Those nightmares are the absolute worst. Mine are usually so heinous I have anxiety attacks in my sleep. They consist of 1). Restaurant is closing, but a wave of people come in just a minute before. 2). For some reason, I can’t move, as though God is forcing me to watch this mess. 3). My manager continues to let people in after closing. 4). Apparently I’m the only waitress in the restaurant so I have to take care of 70 plus tables.
So awful.
aw poopy. Will still purchase though.
This is how I feel about being a Soldier. I’m extremely good at it, but all I wanted to be was a writer. Adulthood and reality are bullshit.
is that fred durst in the first panel?
i work as a cook and i sometimes hear the ticket printing machine in my dreams, or even when i’m awake. often when we are cleaning up stuff at the end of the night i’ll think i hear the machine.
BTW: I know how you felt about being good at something so menial and basically unrewarding, Julia. I used to tell myself that serving people food was a noble occupation, in some Buddhist philosophic way.
But if it makes you feel any better, I think you are a brilliant artist, writer and cartoonist. And I’m always impressed by people who are disciplined enough to work steadily at their chosen art form.
I think I was more competent as a waitress than I am in my so-called professional career — not that I want to go back…
gee I disliked my waitress job. The boss, the customers, and myself all thought I stunk at it. On top of it all the tips were horrid because I was working non peak hours. I cant imagine how I would of felt if people thought I was good at it.
My first job was at a restaurant where I worked as a cashier. I also made desserts, so if I was in the back working on those and a customer came in the waitresses would call my name. One time a waitress told me she had a dream about being at work, and had called my name in her sleep. Then her boyfriend asked her, “who is this Dave guy?”