So for a good uhhh let's say 70%? of Prophecy Failed, I was drawing comics on my lunchbreak while sitting with a bunch of physicists who would just talk about stuff (not physics usually) and I would listen or chime in. But there was an older guy in the group who would make a sport of riling me up by making stupid gender generalizations and after a few years he was getting more into it and I decided drawing by myself in my office (or with a friend when she was working nearby, hi Jan) was less awful, so I left behind a decent bunch of people and one shitty guy. I did try going back a couple of times after the shitty guy retired but he was actually hanging around a lot and by that time I was drawing Promotion and I could draw on my tablet with my office lights off and no one would bother me during lunch.