Suzanne (in this case, her real name!) was the store manager for the entire time I worked pumping gas, and this is basically what she was like.
It was really bizarre. Like a caricature, she always wore a hippy-dippy headscarf, actually drove an old beat up Volkswagon van, and she lived with another girl we were all pretty sure was her lesbian lover. She became manager solely because she had been there the longest, and she was driven mad by the regional manager meetings she had to attend at the corporate office. She was a hardcore environmentalist who was always taking the day off to go protest something.
And yet she never left. I think she figured it was worth the raise to sell her soul, even if it meant working for a gas company.
It was pretty common for her to encourage us to fudge the stock counts a little if we wanted to screw over the company though. When it came time for employee review time… well, you’ll see.
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And all this while running a gas station, that helps to peddle the wares of Big Oil.
I think the operative word here is “wannabe.”
I’m so in love with Suzanne.
Hmm…
*plots Honk/Denise/Suzanne love triangle*
oh gawd… that’d be so hawt! especially if Suzanne is ghey.
though you should probably remove the stuff you said about her just in case she ever sees your comic.
oh… and I quit my job today. Going freelance… again. frig.
* plots reunion show for those with slight distrust of big govt