The Bodycount

It's Halloween, and we're celebrating with a close-to-midnight comic release! Oooooo! Actually, I've just been rather busy today, and for the next few days. I mean, who the heck plans out when all these assignments are released?! 4 days of consecutive due dates, with various tests scattered in between. UGH.

But anyway, I should make some notes about the comic itself. This one took quite a while to do. I mean, it does take some effort to get all those Dante's piled up high.
But I believe this was inspired by a video I watched from some Google interns, saying "This is the greatest place I've ever worked" and "The work ethic is so trendy!". And I'm thinking "Ja, but do you know how many people you had to step on just to get where you are now? Do you know how many broken aspirations and shattered dreams it took just to get your dream to come true?".
To which they could respond "Yup, and it. Feels. GREAT...".

A Familiar Face

This used to happen a lot, but now not so much. Partly because I'm always forgetting to get my name tag in the first place at several networking contexts. In fact, I was recently at a networking event where I think someone stole my name tag (I'm not sure anymore, I never did find it). So having to introduce yourself manually makes for an interesting conversation starter, especially when you mention the fact that you don't have a name tag.

An International Opportunity

Partially inspired by a rather random interaction with an international student and how they have a worse time trying to find jobs than I do. Admittedly, I can't say they were wrong. But then again, I always seem to find international students (including said student mentioned earlier) with some kind of part-time work, like being a chef, working in a retail store or something or rather; precisely the kinds of jobs I was looking for at the end of my high school days.

Job Dream

You know you're desperate for a job when you literally dream about your dream job. Well, not your job you have when you dream, but your "ideal" job, you know what I'm saying?
Now that I think about it, "dream job" implies that you're aiming for some whimsical, fairy tailed job that lets you sleep all day and pays you in candy floss. Sorry to break it to you, pal: Candy floss in excessive doses can lead to "...poor memory formation, learning disorders, [and] depression".

Follow-Up

Inspired from a more-or-less true story that actually happened to me. Well, the last frame is exaggerated, but I could feel the awkwardness of  talking to some employer after 5-6 weeks of nothing. Even now, I haven't called them back, partly because of time limitations.
Still, at least you made the effort to carry on through rather than collect *yet another* business card that inevitably ends up stuffed into your wallet/purse and forgotten evermore.