A comic about life, love, death, and concision, in about three colors.
SUNG LEE SUNG LEE S.U.C.K.E.R. Now, in this situation, you'd wantto be sure and use the C.H.A.R.M.model. Though really I guess theS.U.P.E.R. model would workjust as well. Tell you what. If you promise neverto use these stupid A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.S.in my presence, I'll put you in mycomic. Hmmm. Put one of my drawingsin too and you've got a deal. Josh starts his new job.



Haven’t you heard? Acronyms are the new yellow Power Ties! They look great on paper, anyway. After all, isn’t that why cubicle-dwelling bureaucracy exists?

Trouble is, acronyms have always been a game of sorts for me. Automatic, at that. I see something like L.E.A.R.N., and even though I know somewhere in my subconscious I’ve suppressed its real meaning, I can’t help but invent, on the spot, something else. Lethargic Egotists Are Ruining Neptune. Now how the hell is that supposed to help me comfort a guest whose television remote needs new batteries?

I’d rather wear a gaudy, yellow tie.

But, such is the price when working for the man, right? The game is deception. All I have to do is apply the same set of skills used when dealing with clients to my management, and everyone wins. Except my soul. Haha.

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