A pre-emptive apologie for this Grumpy Monologue. Is it still a monologue if only in writing?... um.
There is, apparently, always something that creeps up on you, some small thing, which keeps you worried just enough to prevent one actually being able to achieve anything. Insecurities, responsibilities, financial security et al. I had just gotten onto a good thing with the steady drawing of both my daily comic, and the new comic...
When along comes a dramatic loss of money... Wow! Pow! Keep That Head Down Abe!
"Duck" it all, I say. Or rather perhaps I might do, if I was not in the unfortunate position of requiring the steady income of my "just above minimum wage occupation". sigh, there is nothing worse then feeling "trapped".
Quit your job if you hate it so much. But money being an unfortunate necessity... get another one first. And if nowhere else will employ you....
Post a grumpy, whiney, thingy on your blog. Apologies, o' dear reader.
Twenty applicants for every job. Merde!
