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As you get older, you gain perspective. THIS is what stops us from doing those mindnumbing jobs we did when we were younger. Parking stall counter. Security guard. Our minds were relatively empty when we did those jobs. (this shirt makes my biceps look big or I think I’ll have a chili dog for dinner, being typical thoughts)

Now, however, they are crowded with a Murderer’s Row of problems and crises. We can no longer devote ANY brain space to these jobs. Do we want to think about our mortality for 8 hours? (or ANOTHER 8 hours, if you had a sleepless night)


I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

4 thoughts on “Jobs

    1. Wow! Me, too many to name. One of worst, counting parking stalls, tracking the in/out for a parking company. Horrible.

      1. I hate to admit it, but I was a telemarketer. That job opened more doors for me than you can imagine. I suppose employers felt that if I could cold call people I could do anything.

  1. Often it’s more of ‘how much of my soul for how much money?’ :D

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