The only good thing about the second worst job I ever had was how much time I had to draw.
I would sit in my creaky chair, prop my phone up on the printer, find a picture of a friend on Instagram, and start inking. If anyone came in they would be greeted by me, hunched over and spaced out. I’d practically have to slap myself out of my hyper-focused trance and go un-clog a toilet or something. Afterwards I’d trudge back and pick it back up.
Ironically I was one of the better employees there.
Hope you enjoy the sketches of a bored man at a dead end job with too much time on his hands.