...A bad week

Hello... welcome to the worst week of my life so far...

Childish, I know... but let me relate what has been going on in my life and why no new strips have been coming out...  Humor me, the asshat that got into hiatus without prior warning...

First and foremost... my job. I work with my dad, that much is known.... I hate my job which is also known, I haven't been... "playing it cool" to be precise. The reason I hate it is that I never prepared or wanted the post I am in atm, I was put to fill up the spot while a proper replacement came along.. but dad decided (for any reason) that I should stay in the post (despite my countless fuck ups and losses over wins percentages) and has both told me how much he needs me to be there to help him and has threatened me to get me fired quite a few times already.

Well... for starters there's an audit going on. So I have a lot to do to catch up (paperwork wise) before the audit that comes NEXT WEEK, meaning of course that I need to work overtime or even weekends to catch up before the audit.  The audit is like an exam to the company, they revise every post is within parameters to allow the company to keep having international buy-sell-trade busyness. So basically if I fuck this up there's a high chance of the company loosing this and probably going bankrupt or something...

I know its not enough to be labeled "the worst week" but I'm not done...

for a while now my sister went overseas. This means I have to go live at her home to take care of her dogs while leaving my dogs in my parents care. This sounds like a sweet deal... living on my own tryouts and all that apparently. I rule my cleaning, washing and working times (strips) at home. Two days ago my parents went grocery shopping and left the door open while going out... one of my dogs ran away and is still lost with unknown whereabouts... they left to go shopping around noon and got back around 4 p.m. We've been searching, posting fliers and asking at the local parks but still no news... This leaves me heartbroken as I loved my dog (my sister's are... not my favorite but lovely as well)

...I consider hope a cruel thing... since we believe that my dog ran away to search for me I have been crying a lot whenever I expect her to be there and she is not... with the crying done at nights in private I think I can still do stuff...

Well, My sister's dog got sick... the same day my little dog got lost, my sister's dog got an indigestion or something and started pucking everywhere in the house. Apparently the indigestion causes the animal to think drinking lots of water will help until it drinks too much and pukes it all out and goes to drink again... this at 3 a.m. monday morning. I got to ask for time to take them to the vet and pick them up later the same monday night.

Anyways...my sister's dog is already on medicine to help against her pucking, they expect me to keep a close eye to her food and water intake (despite me leaving the house for work at 7 am and getting home at 7 pm) and to administer the medication every day or every 12 hours accordingly.

I feel like shit. disgusted with my life and hating every second of it. and the week has just started.... even now that I take antidepressants I am tired and sad and angry all the time... which most of you might guess its not a nice time to draw

I don't care if I'm childish, selfish or whatever, I need to let it out... even if by text.

Thank you for your patience and I hope to be back soon... but do expect dark art if I even manage to get time to draw it...

For now...
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