hourly comic day 2022

prompt:
draw a short comic for every hour of your day from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep

(created during my last week of work prior to a job change, so these are mostly speed-scribbles between meetings about leaving the company i've worked at for four years)

8:00am

i'm sleeping. also in bed are sarah, oakley, and burger.

9:00am

looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and frowning. bonny (the cat) is there

10:00am

zoom meeting with customer support orgs. we are “rippin the bandaid off,” aka letting people know i'm leaving at the end of the week.

11:00am

sitting at my computer lookin quite satisfied with myself. got website to do the thing i've been wanting it to do all week
near-simultaneously realized my fly has been down all day. i'm looking quite put out and embarrassed as i fix my wardrobe malfunction

12:00pm

my last queue review. i'm crying at my computer and telling myself that i am “staying strong for asha” but it is pretty clear that i am not staying strong at all.
got there late because i was singin' and snackin'. i'm in my kitchen at 12:05pm, 5 minutes past when i was supposed to be in that meeting, singing a beautiful a capella rendition of peter gabriel's “sledgehammer” and heating up leftovers from the night before.

1:00pm

think dylan is losing it. he keeps cackling. his zoom meeting icon is highlighted as he goes “ah HA HAHAHA.... yeah”

2:00pm – 5:30pm

hyperfocus only on irrelevant things. a scale (shaped like jira's logo) labeled “what i'm doing” shows that instead of “a great many important things,” i have decided it is more important for me to “KEEP FUCKING W/ THE CODE TEST.” ah, adhd.

6:00pm

a portrait of oakley the dog, reminding me that it is dinner time. SHE IS PISSED.

7:00pm

cookin'. complaining that linda mccartney's cookbook really needed another round of edits.
cole (my brother) called MAD. i hold the phone loosely and away from my head as his voice comes screaming through it. sarah is reading linda mccartney's cookbook and grinning widely. cole: “what do you MEAN you are ALSO going to BERKELEY SPRINGS FOR VALENTINES DAY?“ me: “well, we—” cole: “THAT'S WHAT /WE/ ARE DOING” me: “um. oh.” sarah: “this is the funniest shit i've ever heard”

8:00pm

out walking the dog in the cold dark night. oakley's got her collar light on and i'm vibing, listening to relient k's “local construction” as we go. days rollin by / like local construction...

9:00pm

two days in a row we've had Late Dinner™ but this did slap. we made eggplant/tomato/olive caponata on toasted sourdough bread with parsley and feta cheese. PROPS, LINDA.

10:00pm

wine: ice cream, cardi p & THE BOYS. pictured is part of the star trek: tng episode “time's arrow” where data's head was found in a ruin from the 19th century

11:00pm

computer. i'm working at my busy-looking desk, which has two monitors and a laptop on swivel arms
“oh jeez.” i say as i stare at a wikipedia article. just learned that linda mccartney is actually dead. RIP sorry for shitting on you all day.

12:00am

tube game (water sort puzzle) and giving the (duolingo) owl his due
three more days left at my job. much to think about