Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for March 24, 2018

That’s kinda what I’m doing right now. Supposed to be working, reading comics instead.

It’s a huge step from solitaire and mine sweeper.

I can’t even remember how I goofed off before computers.

Call me stuffed shirt or “slave for The Man,” but my conscience has never allowed me to be OK with surfing the internet on my employer’s time.

I enlightened my boss on how to find the games on the mainframe back in 1984. His response was, “I’ve been had, haven’t I?” He was way late to the game even then.

If I did work while at home, it was only fair that I played the occasional game at the office.

Awhile ago at work when I walked down the cube aisle in a direction to see nearly everyones’ screens, all that I saw had something other than work items on their screens. I quit looking after that. It was just so disheartening that my workmates had such lack of dedication and work ethics. I could see maybe one or two using a little work time to take a quick break and handle a personal issue, but 12 out of 15? The other three were leads or supervisors, and I could not see their monitors, but who knows?

This joke is about 20 years past its freshness date.

How can Cliff be cheating his employer, when it’s his boss that he’s talking to?