Woolworths gets what it pays for

Waiting in line at the self serve check outs at Woothworths a few days ago, I notice quite a funky outfit on a girl standing near the exit:

"That's quite a cute outfit" I think to my self, 

"Shame about the pale green shir... wait a second. She's wearing a name tag!

She works here!"

I turn to David, "Would you consider that outfit appropriate for work?"

"No." he replied sternly, without even needing to ask what I was referring to.

David then informed me that it was sort of a "work mufti day..."

"Oh, that makes sense" I thought, until he ended with "...they're all wearing something black as a sign of mourning for the people affected by the Queensland floods."

I looked around, I saw a couple of workers in black shirts, the rest in regular uniform.

I turn back to David "So, this girl is using a recent tragedy to make a sort of fashion statement at work?"

"Yes Baby, she's a fuck-head"

So, for those of you out there unsure of what to wear when your workplace has a bit of a mufti day going on (whether or not a day of mourning) I have made you a little verse to help you remember:

Unless you work at Supre or turn tricks for a living

Shorty-shorts are unbefitting 

Whelp, I hope you've all had a good weekend. This has been the first installment of:

The Flour Mill

My new comic blog is up.
It's called The Flour Mill.
You can view it here if you like.

(Psst... the answer is "She thinks she has a chance with Daniel, that quiet kid in your Geography class")

I recently checked my blog's statistics.
To find my blog, someone had typed into Google "What's wrong with Sarah Miller?"

Who Googled this?
Did you Google this??
Why would you ask Google?!
Was this really the fastest way to my blog?

I would like to think that the actual scenario leading to this Google query went like this:

A fourteen year old boy (let's call him Billy) turns up to school on a Monday morning to find his girlfriend, also named Sarah Miller, had decided that she'd rather just be friends. So Billy, after spending the remainder of his day wondering what was going on, as well as questioning Sarah's friends, who claim to know nothing, returns home and seeks answers from Google.

Did you find the answer here, Billy?
Did you find anything here, Billy?


While you're here, I'll let you know that I'm making yet another blog.
Don't fret, this one will still be my favorite child, it will just have a younger sibling.
The blog I'm working on will be a collection of short comics based on the unusual banter between David and myself.
My original idea was to just post them here, but I then decided that they really deserve their own space.
I'll let you know when it's up but I probably wont post the updates on facebook. You'll have to check back on your own accord.

Whelp, that's enough rant for one evening.