New (to me) Web Comic: Customer Service Wolf!

[thewayne]

Featured on BBC News site yesterday, it's written by a woman who works at an unnamed bookshop in Perth, Australia. There are times she'd like to be able to eviscerate certain customers, so she started drawing little comics with herself as a wolf and her customers as ducks and rabbits and moose and such and brought her little fantasies to life.

While the archive goes back many years, she doesn't post daily so it's not a very deep dive, so it doesn't take long to plow through, plus there's no real continuity to worry about. Lots of fun! And one of my breakfast web comics recently completed its run, so I have a space I can slot in!

Completely non-adult and SFW. Cartoony violence as long as you don't mind seeing things like a wolf with a moose leg or a bunny in its mouth.

http://customerservicewolf.com/

Comments

[moonhare]

Her wolves are adorable!

http://customerservicewolf.com/image/142612514081
...every.day

[thewayne]

They truly are.

I really liked this particular comic - my wife and I do this all the time. "Do you remember that thing - the one with the people in it?" "Oh, it was set at that place and they did the thing?" "Yeah, that's the one!" "And they wore the clothes that had the colors in them?"

We also frequently, when we're hungry, talk about going to some place that will give us food in exchange for some form of monetary units.

We revel in being strange.

When I was dong IT at a large police department (some 1200 officers), we had a problem child in research and planning. He'd run the C: of a server out of space, crashing it. He'd delete databases that weren't his, etc. He broke things in ways that we didn't anticipate and were thus unprepared for.

Finally he did something to one of my files that took me a bit of time to put right. In a cold voice I said "[insert name] Must. Die." One of the detectives I worked with brightly said "Oh, really?!" I gave him the full story and he laughed.

A couple of days later he came in with a banner. He had an HP Inkjet printer that could feed continuous-feed paper, he'd printed 8" tall hollow letters and his girls had filled them in with crayon, the banner read "[name] MUST DIE". We cut off the name, I stapled the sides of a file folder together, cut out the middle of the front flap, and we would open up Word and print a page-sized version of whomever's name had most recently pissed us off, and they'd go to the front of the folder on the front of the sign and stay there until someone replaced them.

B, the guy who started the sign, his boss was a regular visitor down in the basement where we worked. He said he always checked the sign to see if we were on the shit list.