Workplace cartoons, Part 7

Yes, even more nonsense from my days working in a stained glass shop...

Jun 30, 2025

There’s even more of this nonsense that I could remember and I should have subjected all of this to you with two posts this month, but June turned out to be very busy socially; graduations, deaths, sketch groups, etc. I’m not complaining. Well, I’ll complain about the deaths, but not the rest.

So, on with more goofiness. Hopefully, this can be somewhat of a distraction with all the crap that has been going on in these here parts since the beginning of the year. By ‘these here parts,’ I mean the States of America.

WARNING: Phallic representation! The boss gets an award.

Back to the father of the boss. Again, a good guy with a decent sense of humor, but he didn’t really see any of these sketches…

He kind of walked and had the mannerisms of a certain gold-plated droid…

We, the few employees, would imagine what the home life was like for our boss and his clan…

We liked the kid because we would imagine her using the word ‘dicks’ often.

Then, I imagine them as the Addams Family. There is even a stained glass window design hanging behind them. This was an actual generic window that we would make continuously. It seemed like a million of them. The Horror.

I have no idea as to who Uncle Fester was supposed to represent.

You may recall that I mentioned the copy machine that was coveted by our boss. It was just as much of a pride and joy type thing as his kid. So, of course, we would use it for our own nefarious purposes once he left for the day. A popular activity for us was scanning the day’s newspapers for funny pics that we could alter for shits and giggles.

This was actually an ad for a local radio station and this guy only looked like our boss, so that was funny enough. We made a ‘boss’ profile…

More shop commentary…

We were oppressed shop workers…

Back to the copy machine shenanigans. At the Russell Industrial Center of the 80’s they had a maintenance crew located in the basement. They thought that we were swell guys and had no idea that it was us spreading our propaganda throughout the complex. We found this ad and the model looked just like one of the guys. So, we did this up and spray glued it to a hot water heater on the second floor. Mike always said ‘Hi, guys’ in a soft tone whenever he saw us. He was not as amused as we were, but still had no clue that it was us.