I specialize in cartooning, illustration.
Hubbit quarantine beard and hair are pretty epic right now.
Clearing out the ole cardboard
PSA to not be a dick to retail workers this holiday season (and all seasons!). Working retail during the holidays was some of my shittiest experiences. People become coupon-waving, red-faced monsters that deserve nothing but a trip into Krampus’ sack.
Here are a few things to remember:
1: They have literally no authority. Honestly, the cashier would love nothing more than to accept a stack of expired coupons to get some cranky-ass customer indignantly insisting that “at this point YOU owe ME money!” through the line. But they can’t. And no amount of screaming will change that. Oh, and the manager is bunkered safely in the back refusing to come out and will only troubleshoot through walkie.
2: If you’re nice (like basic human decency) they are more inclined to help you as much as they are able. Being kind and patient costs nothing and might actually pay off. You might even be able to coax out a skiddish manager that *sometimes* has the magic touch to get things accomplished.
3: Corporate overlords. Managers can do a lot but in the end, the retail world is run from corporate overlords through the machine sentries AKA registers. Welcome to Black Mirror, people. If the machine rejects your request then back to the matrix with you.
My submission for the Noso Patches stay-at-home patch challenge.
Come away with me ...
Haven't been sick in a year. TBF, I also haven't been around tiny human germ bombs or their handlers.
Just a little field mouse sunnin’ on a shroom.
Making firecracker cauliflower tonight!
Day 18: I have been using an old-style safety razor for about a year now. Changed the blade for the first time and, yowzah, I got cocky with that dull blade.
There is a local flower shop called We Adore Flowers and they do stunning work and are cool people. :)
The plight of the maker is tears from a dropped stitch, the unrelenting mental gauntlet that is bobbin knots, the pain of fingertips burned smooth from the lava-like ooze that hold our creations together. Makers! Know this. You are not alone.
Doesn't matter the temp. I'm having hot coffee and oatmeal for breakfast.
Just gnome tyin one on.
House plant, plant house.
Where is she?
Internal external screaming.
The muse. She find YOU.