I got a lot of comments, of people really upset with Doris. Which is interesting to me. I don’t have a strong feeling either way about it, I think it’s situational and that we all have to make our own moral choices best we can, but find arguments on both sides interesting,
Working in a mail room was always full of fun surprises (yes, this was a true thing that happened at work) (not Bruno’s response, of course, that was just in my head)
Plus, you don’t battle against depression, you don’t fix it, you battle to keep yourself alive and mentally healthy.
And so it begins (and will continue for a long time in the strip), an intense attempt to deconstruct the concept of stripping.
If you see how conflicted she is at being able to play the game of the 9-5 life, and how much it messes with her, you can see why I stuggled so hard to make comics, something I love and enjoy doing, my full-time job.
It was about this time I met a dear friend through my job, who was impressed that I was honest when she asked, “how’s it going.” Still friends to this day.
The job was still terrible and glad it’s in my past.
This scene takes place in downtown Portland, Beaverton is a suburb where theoretically you can get away from the weirdos, if you find them to be wierdos.