I’ve been making comics in the form of poems (or poems in the form of comics) periodically this past month as part of an invitation by Grant Snider (of Incidental Comics) to be creative. Grant makes very interesting comics, full of thought and literary themes. Mine were all over the place but still fun to make (I made mine in an app while Grant hand-draws his).
I gathered the collection into a single video for curation.
Cartoonist and illustrator Grant Snider put out a call for comics for what he is calling Poetry Comics Month, and I am periodically joining in. This one is dedicated to my wife and her exuberant joy in the crunch of pine cones underfoot.
The public sector, at least where I work as a teacher, never gets a bonus. We negotiate a contract and that’s that. So I was surprised to see our small town using some of its federal Pandemic money to give out cash bonuses to those of us who worked in municipal buildings (like schools) during the height of the Covid surges. A check arrived recently with my regular pay.
I wrestled with this comic, though, because I fear it comes across as ungrateful (which I truly am not) and that it appears I don’t fully appreciate others who worked just like I did, and are getting nothing from their bosses. I am thinking of all those people who worked in grocery stores and restaurants and hospitals, and of those other teachers in different towns who may not get this kind of benefit.
For some reason, it was the hourly breakdown of bonus that got my attention, as if my time in the building during Covid was codified into a dollar amount of about a dollar. (To be honest, it would have been more helpful if, during the Covid year, the town had done more to listen to teachers’ concerns and valued our input more, and made us feel like we were partners. I guess unused federal cash is easier to give out afterwards than cooperation in the moment.)