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I'm posting a tad earlier because I do legitimately need some cheering up right about now. I mean, I needed it when I first made this particular strip and… let's just say that the wounds had been reopened recently too. And Yes, it has to do with my own brother (Or as I call him on FA, "Craig") or more specifically my personal status and relationships. Toxic (or 
NyxTheWolf95) and I are no longer together for quite a few months now and some of my co-workers can't help but ask that all important question, "got a girlfriend?" and then "why did you break up?" So yeah… Can't blame them for not knowing. I do wish her the best.
But on a brighter note… My invitation to Craig's wedding arived today. I'm really hoping that my new job will allow me to attend. It's out of town so the normal issues with that are on my mind too. I just wish he'd tell our dad already.
Anywho, the next strip will be funnier. I promise.
NyxTheWolf95) and I are no longer together for quite a few months now and some of my co-workers can't help but ask that all important question, "got a girlfriend?" and then "why did you break up?" So yeah… Can't blame them for not knowing. I do wish her the best.But on a brighter note… My invitation to Craig's wedding arived today. I'm really hoping that my new job will allow me to attend. It's out of town so the normal issues with that are on my mind too. I just wish he'd tell our dad already.
Anywho, the next strip will be funnier. I promise.
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Oh yes, because nothing bad has ever happened at a wedding…
Nope can't think of a thing…
Nothing at all…
Yes, I'm poking fun here.
I love the big duffus.
Nope can't think of a thing…
Nothing at all…
Yes, I'm poking fun here.
I love the big duffus.
Thank you. Great… now I'm going to get faaaat… And unlike most people, it goes right to my butt…
Do I have to wait for Paid Time Off, well. Not exactly. I want to go despite not having PTO. See, when you're a new employee, you don't get any "vacation time" until a full year has passed. I just wish he had a Saturday wedding so that I could use my natural weekends off to my advantage, but no, it's on a Friday… I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I ask for those two days, but you never know for sure.
So it's more of a can I even ask for these days off than to be paid…
Do I have to wait for Paid Time Off, well. Not exactly. I want to go despite not having PTO. See, when you're a new employee, you don't get any "vacation time" until a full year has passed. I just wish he had a Saturday wedding so that I could use my natural weekends off to my advantage, but no, it's on a Friday… I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I ask for those two days, but you never know for sure.
So it's more of a can I even ask for these days off than to be paid…
Man, that's tough, but I know how you feel.
Where I work the weekly cleaner every Friday would barrage me with similar questions:
Cleaner: "Got a girl yet?"
Me: "Nope."
Cleaner: "Got a lady yet?"
Me: "Nadah."
Cleaner: "So hows the hunt going?"
Me: "Dude, you've asked me three times in the last five minutes."
It got to the point where I had to make up a fake girlfriend, but then he started asking questions about her.
"What does she do?"
"You two get out often?"
"Where does she live?"
I literally created a character sheet with everything from if she prefers Cats or Dogs (Dogs all the way), where she worked, hair color, breast size, etc etc. It eventually just became joke between me and my co-workers, everyone helped me out with the facade such as saying they double dated and such.
But oh my god, it was so annoying at the beginning since I couldn't get out and meet people due to my job, still like that to be honest.
Where I work the weekly cleaner every Friday would barrage me with similar questions:
Cleaner: "Got a girl yet?"
Me: "Nope."
Cleaner: "Got a lady yet?"
Me: "Nadah."
Cleaner: "So hows the hunt going?"
Me: "Dude, you've asked me three times in the last five minutes."
It got to the point where I had to make up a fake girlfriend, but then he started asking questions about her.
"What does she do?"
"You two get out often?"
"Where does she live?"
I literally created a character sheet with everything from if she prefers Cats or Dogs (Dogs all the way), where she worked, hair color, breast size, etc etc. It eventually just became joke between me and my co-workers, everyone helped me out with the facade such as saying they double dated and such.
But oh my god, it was so annoying at the beginning since I couldn't get out and meet people due to my job, still like that to be honest.
That's awesome. It wasn't so hard when i didn't actually have one before.
See, I don't really have any physical atraction to anyone and I was just super honest as a kid all the way up to now. I used to joke that a conga line of girls in nothing but bikinis could pass right by the store and all I'd notice was that they were doing the conga. So at this resturaunt that I used to work at (durring closing time). My fellow employees (more specifically, the night security guard) would talk. Eddie (let's call him) constantly brag about his sex life. Like "I caught a fish and it was this big" kind of stories.
Now because I had told them that I "lack attraction", they'd prefer to ask instead, "are you gay?"
To which, I'd always reply, "No. I am not gay. I just don't see the appeal of boobs."
Well, a year passed and I finally got sick of the question and told myself, 'next time they ask, just say 'yes'.'
So a weekend later, Eddie finally asked the question again, "are you gay?"
So I replied without really thinking about it…
"Yes! I'm as Gay as a Lesbian in a guy's body could get! And am I Loving It!"
Confused faces and all, mostly because I had shouted this revolation which echoed for everyone that was present.
One guy, of whom wasn't particularly nice to me at the time, asked, "What does that even mean?"
To which, my best friend at the time replied from across the room, "It means he's straight, ya digbat!"
Ah… good times.
As opposed (after leaving that job), I used to work in a retirement home (also kitchen staff), so they'd ask the questions out of habbit. Can't really blame them because they were old and some of their memory was giving out. I'm not going to say it never got annoying, but at least I could understand if they didn't know. It meant that i could make up whatever I wanted every time. Once, I was very tempted to…
Innocent lady: Do you have a wife?
Me: *Deep voice* I am the wife.
Oh the look on her face. I corrected myself immediately and never did that again.
Don't worry, she forgot by the next day. That was the fun thing about working with the elderly, you're always meeting new people.
Anyway, all that changed when I met Toxic. I never, and I do mean this: Never wanted to be with someone quite in that way before. We're still friends, heck we hung out at ABC Con, but it doesn't exactly hurt any less when people who don't know ask those particular questions. The worse question is probably "why did you break up?" A question to which, I still don't quite understand completely. Simple answer: we were just too similar. Complicated answer: She wanted something that my personality could not quite provide. (Any further questioning after This is Extremely Private. Which sucks, because then people get ideas.)
See, I don't really have any physical atraction to anyone and I was just super honest as a kid all the way up to now. I used to joke that a conga line of girls in nothing but bikinis could pass right by the store and all I'd notice was that they were doing the conga. So at this resturaunt that I used to work at (durring closing time). My fellow employees (more specifically, the night security guard) would talk. Eddie (let's call him) constantly brag about his sex life. Like "I caught a fish and it was this big" kind of stories.
Now because I had told them that I "lack attraction", they'd prefer to ask instead, "are you gay?"
To which, I'd always reply, "No. I am not gay. I just don't see the appeal of boobs."
Well, a year passed and I finally got sick of the question and told myself, 'next time they ask, just say 'yes'.'
So a weekend later, Eddie finally asked the question again, "are you gay?"
So I replied without really thinking about it…
"Yes! I'm as Gay as a Lesbian in a guy's body could get! And am I Loving It!"
Confused faces and all, mostly because I had shouted this revolation which echoed for everyone that was present.
One guy, of whom wasn't particularly nice to me at the time, asked, "What does that even mean?"
To which, my best friend at the time replied from across the room, "It means he's straight, ya digbat!"
Ah… good times.
As opposed (after leaving that job), I used to work in a retirement home (also kitchen staff), so they'd ask the questions out of habbit. Can't really blame them because they were old and some of their memory was giving out. I'm not going to say it never got annoying, but at least I could understand if they didn't know. It meant that i could make up whatever I wanted every time. Once, I was very tempted to…
Innocent lady: Do you have a wife?
Me: *Deep voice* I am the wife.
Oh the look on her face. I corrected myself immediately and never did that again.
Don't worry, she forgot by the next day. That was the fun thing about working with the elderly, you're always meeting new people.
Anyway, all that changed when I met Toxic. I never, and I do mean this: Never wanted to be with someone quite in that way before. We're still friends, heck we hung out at ABC Con, but it doesn't exactly hurt any less when people who don't know ask those particular questions. The worse question is probably "why did you break up?" A question to which, I still don't quite understand completely. Simple answer: we were just too similar. Complicated answer: She wanted something that my personality could not quite provide. (Any further questioning after This is Extremely Private. Which sucks, because then people get ideas.)
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