This is the last of the journal comics from 2016, titled The Job Hunt. As I mentioned last week, this comic has a predecessor called The Layoff. They helped me destress at the time. They also make me uncomfortable.

Part of the discomfort is reliving a very stressful time. These comics don’t tell much of what happened then, but it’s enough to return me there when I read them. It’s a time machine. Another is something akin to airing my dirty laundry. Part of me wants it to be forever private. Mostly I think I just want it all to go away.

And the truth of the matter is, over 3 years later, we’re still feeling the fallout from the decisions we had to make during that moment. That’s how life works, I guess.

Anyway. It’s a comic. There it is.

More importantly, I’m not sure why I included the black currant bushes in this story. Perhaps I was trying to get them picked before the birds got them. Maybe I just liked the sound of the words “black currant bushes” in the script. Either way, everyone knows gooseberries are the superior berry when avoiding the job hunt.

Hands down.