dear loyal handful of followers,
i actually quit the supermarket just before christmas last year (accidentally) and so there haven’t been any recent cartoons…
there are still a few to upload from the last few weeks of my term on the till but really they started to get sort of depressing rather than bleakly entertaining in any other way, and this perhaps is a reflection of how the place affected my mental health and perhaps a sign that i should’ve quit ages ago…
to put it simply, the last cartoon in my book of check-out chick blues involves someone throwing a cigarette packet at me, loudly calling me a c-ya-next-tuesdee and then abusing me from across the street. kinda shit really.
anyway some other stuff happened involving rather awful treatment from the mother of all check-out chicks and i ended up awkwardly admitting to a ‘telephonic resignation’ during a phonecall on the train to the city on a 38 degree day, during which a homeless man was harassing the girl next to me. it’s all a blur. a glorious, sweaty, liberating blur.
i have still been drawing people i see and have started other jobs with equally as interesting characters as previous check-out chick blues entries, and i maybe will start a separate tome for those. or maybe not.
either way, this will probably just sit here and get progressively out-dated and less funny.
cheers for listening, it’s been real. soiya lada.
ps in the meantime i still take a lot of pictures (see ‘other life’ tab. or maybe more aptly titled, ‘real life’