When things suck together, the overall sense of suck is exponentially suckier

McKern:

so uh, my whore mother is trying to sell sex toys over the internet. and she doesn't know enough about how web stores work so she wants me to like, work some internet-mojo or some shit and make her store "magically" process credit cards.

What would I do without Internet friends?


My boss wants our department to camp out for the PlayStation 3 and the Nintendo Wii, which arrive in stores in November two days apart.

I'm not on the company payroll, nor do I intend to purchase either console at launch time, so I shall be spending two nights (a Thursday and a Saturday) over four days outside a Best Buy for no reward "experience."

During a meeting last week, my boss outlined his vision:

"I want to rent an RV. I want to distribute free food and swag. Blankets, shirts — let's design a shirt for the occasion. I want to loan our DS games out…"

I'm not too keen on co-opting a console queue for marketing purposes, especially when employees of other video game companies will likely be waiting in line (Redwood City, natch), but I'm just a lowly intern.

"I want to stage a special event every hour. What about a DJ? I want to live-blog. I want someone to wear the Bomberman costume…"

I jokingly proposed hiring booth babes, fully expecting him to scoff.

He didn't.


Tony and Wilcox laughed at me because I pronounced "Bomberman" bom-ber-man instead of bom-mer-man.


This is a comic I made for "work."

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