Last Saturday I decided to challenge myself. I heard about this thing called the 24-Hour Comic Challenge, which is to create a 24-page comic book entirely within 24 hours. No physical work on it can be done ahead of time (except maybe gathering reference photos and drawing supplies), and once the clock starts it doesn't stop even for breaks. It's kind of a big deal if you can finish it, since even professionals have trouble completing the challenge, and it sounded like the sort of thing that would help me as a cartoonist, even if I didn't succeed on my first attempt. The only problem is that my work schedule is not particularly conductive to this sort of thing (technically I have the weekend off, but I don't think my bishop would be amused if I fell asleep halfway through playing the organ on Sunday). But a 12-hour version of the challenge? That I could work with. So I did. And I conquered!
It's hardly my best work ever, consisting mostly of sketchy line drawings. But for what it is, I'm pretty proud of it. So I now present my 12-page, mostly autobiographical depiction of a typical day working a job with a pun-y title:
Just to clarify, the creepy guy on page seven never did anything worse than sit in the corner and be creepy, so you don't need to worry about my safety. Actually, I find that panel pretty funny.
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