My day job is doing tech support for address verification software.  I know it sounds slightly less interesting than collection agent.  I used to be in the video game industry, I’ve worked for Blizzard, that’s right the WoW one.  And Square-Enix.  And before that various other customer service jobs, I even delivered pizzas for awhile.

As boring as my current database schlepping job sounds, my current coworkers are the funniest group of motherfuckers I’ve ever worked with.  This is one of the reasons I’m able to do what I do.  I’ve written a lot of comics while at work.  Being that most everyone I work with is funny in their own regard or at least has a good ear for humor, sometimes we tell bad jokes.  This is typically intentional.  In response people drop the Straight Face, I even have a rim shot and the Price Is Right “losing sound” queued on separate webpages ready to go.

Once a month, work treats us to a lunch and sometimes they buy us popsicles.  On these popsicles are jokes.  You know the ones.  We all take turns reading them aloud in our best, worst, stand up comic voice.  The object of this game is to get people in the cubicles around you to crack a smile or laugh at the terrible.  Then you feel accomplished.  That in a nut shell is the short version of how today’s comic was born.

I always feel bad talking about my job for two reasons.  First is I actually love my day job, and us artsy/funny types are supposed to hate them.  Secondly, even if I want to, it’s hard to get across how awesome my job is without making it sound like a borefest.  Bulk mail and Database are three words you can use if you’re afraid you might get laid soon.