Endtown by Aaron Neathery for January 14, 2019

Ah…the good O’ days. Brain-numb at the un-enjoyment center…

So he did get canned.

One inch closer to the exit, Wally. One inch closer. Bide your time, and then bolt.

The writing on the wall says it all……..Employment. Cue the traveling music. Exit…..Stage Right. IF…..they let you leave.

“How are you at ghostbusting?”

At least he’s not seated next to Beetlejuice…

Sometimes the fog of war is better than the clarity of bureaucracy

Time for you to hit the road Wally.

Maybe, just maybe, this time Wally will be placed in a job that suits his talents and abilities, but I’m not holding my breath.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

I swear, they put gaps between the numbers that you take, and then just go down the sequence on what they call.

Bureaucracy… The cockroach of civilization that will survive any doomsday scenario.

You need to get out of that place if it’s the last thing you ever do.

Doubt there are any “Adventurer” slots available.

All the interviewers at the employment office are sloths….

Okay, enough foreshadowing, Aaron, let’s see them all take off to find the new green land.

Maybe he could follow Chic when he goes off to that beach…

I recall going to the Unemployment center to apply for Unemployment money to live on, after being laid off for the summer. The office was far more crowded then Wally is experiencing. I had number 405 and number 120 was being called as I sat down to wait. Wally is lucky.