Like a lot of people, and therefore I assume, a lot of Inkers (edit: did I just imply Inkers aren’t people? Not intended!), my bank account doesn’t have a mutant regenerative ability, so I’ve been on the lookout for a career change as of late, and last Friday it happened – I was hired to teach 6th grade math and science, doubling my previous income (you know things were shaky when becoming a teacher is a huge step up, pay-wise) – we’re talking tens of thousands of dollars more per year…which means I’ve got a nice cash infusion to sink into comics, yeah?
Yeah…
I also now have exponentially less time to spend with said comics…between a 7 month certification program, planning for my daily classes, etc.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m very excited and grateful that life has taken this turn, but…
It’s like the sea-scarred hand of Irony has risen from it’s abyssal depths and slapped me, like Col. Gathers did to one Brock Samson in last week’s Venture Bros episode, not only reddening my cheek, but getting some of that good sea salt in there for good measure – YOU BRINY BASTARD!
Wow…don’t ask
and for the record – I’m no fan of math or science (as it’s taught in middle school at least) but I passed the subject exams, and I like having a job, so…yeah.