cat comic

i made this cat comic about my first job in bk at the pillow factory during my unemployed months. like many other exceptionally scarring experiences, the full effect of the absurdity and abuse is lost even when channeled through cats. no food stamps, no government check, just focus studies, dignity-swallowing womanly wiles, and cats. all i could draw was cats.

there's a reason why coffins are lined in velvet.

once my boss' husband got fired from his hedge fund job,
he shaved his hair in to a mohawk and came to work with us.
this period is marked by a lot of gchat with his still-employed banker bros and spousal squabbling.

so many father figures at the bar across the street.