Sunday, March 27, 2011

Doing it.


I recently got let go from yet another job. It was the same confusing rhetoric that I get every time that I get fired.

"Um, Caleb, you're doing a great job here..."

"Awesome. Thanks."

At this point, I assume the conversation is over and try to get back to whatever it was that I was doing.

"We've never had anyone that has been able [make sales, lift furniture, sort junk, whatever it is that job is] as well as you."

"Sweet."

Again, trying to get back to work. All of these compliments are great but there are things to do. And if I don't do them, no one's going to.

"But, the thing is..."

Uh, oh. This sounds very familiar....

"Everyone here is complaining that you're an asshole."

"What?"

Generally, it takes me by surprise. I guess it really shouldn't anymore. I have pretty high expectations about the work that I turn out. I believe that if we can keep our minds on the task at hand and do our work with care, than we can turn out absolute quality every time. It doesn't happen all the time and their can be minor slip-ups but it is essential that we all try.

For the most part, I have never felt that from any my co-workers in what you would consider a "straight job". Most people that work those types, the button down, tie-wielding, would-you-like-fries-with-that? are the type of people that don't like to think for themselves. They want someone to tell them what to do, they do it passably enough that no one yells at them and then they go home. They're happy as long as they don't have to engage or apply themselves. I hear often from these people, "Hey, slow down. Why are you working so hard."

It kind of upsets me. Why the fuck are you doing a task if you don't care how it turns out? Why are you wasting the time of our employers and customers? And I don't see that attitude from the people that I work with creatively. I'm sure farther into the field there are lots of these fucks that have found themselves a cozy little niche and are milking the clock like suckling pigs. But the ones that I meet with care very much about what they turn out. They care how their products reflect on them because their name is going to be attached to it.

So, I got let go again last week. I was doing a wonderful job, my boss says, but all my co-workers hate me. They say that I'm being an asshole but really I was just asking them to step up their game by doing the best that I was capable of. So I figured instead of crying and scrambling to find yet another straight job that will inevitably crumble out under me in another year so, I'm free-lancing. It's just time.

I've been training for almost a decade, refining my drawing, writing and acting. I understand the creative process. I know how to find inspiration and how to work it out so that the idea becomes fully realized. Now all I need to do is get paid. Sure it will be a lot of hard work, stressful, dealing with the unknown but its better than the feeling that I am in place where I'm constantly failing because I'm surrounded by people that have given up and no longer give a shit. Those feelings are contagious. I had to get out before they finally consumed me.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Return to Spanxzilla

Citizens, it's been forever since I've been our little kingdom. It feels like aeons since I've been gone. There has been so much happening in other places and times. Oddly enough, I haven't listened to Spanxzilla in a minute. Cracks me up. Here's the last half hour of my life.

The World is New, Save Ferris ---> Crazy, Gnarls Barkly ---> Putting on the Ritz, Rufus Wainwright ---> Speak to Me/Breathe, Pink Floyd ---> The Rockafeller Skank, Fat Boy Slim ---> and finally Heaven, Los Lonely Boys

Looks like it's on a "strong male vocalist" tangent. Whichever, the range is pretty fantastic. The only thing I could wish that could top it would be if Richard Cheese came on

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Please help us never forget.


Poem by Matt Lang.

Goodbye, Elphia. You've been a beautiful dream.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Please, help. We're coming to an end.


Happy Valentine's Day citizens. I wanted to put out a royal edict to let you know how much I love you all. Our kingdom is grand, isn't it? A new, Danger Circus just moved into town reminding me what a powerful place this has become. They call it Obb World. You should drop by if you haven't already.

Alright, enough with the riff-raff and beating around the bush. I hate to have to do this to you, Elphians, I really do. But this is one of the last pictures from Elphia. The color covered the entire Earth. Did you know that they just created a brand new island off the coast? I'm moving, citizens. I'm leaving my kingdom to go out and live among the people. I'm going to Obbityville.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Please, help. I'm always outside of trends.


This was not inspired by the new Disney movie that came out. I mean, maybe it was in the ether, but when I originally drew this strip I hadn't seen a movie poster yet. Actually, I still hadn't seen one by the time the coloring was done either.

Happy 2.10.2010

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Please help. Life marches on.


Doesn't it bother you that the only clear vision we have is hindsight? Why does time makes us fall backwards through it? The only thing that we really see is the after images of people we knew, burned on our cornea, burned on our brain pans.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Spanxzilla: Female mood swings

One thing I love about this mini-project that I've created for myself is that I get to hear the most random songs bump up against one another. It makes me really happy. I always get so bored listening to the radio play the same 12 songs every other hour. We're in the age of media! It litters the information superhighway. The only thing that keeps people from it is licensing laws. People who have stock in things always want to argue about who owns what. Commercial talent is mostly summed up in dollars and cents. Which is a shame but as to be so, understandably. Business is business even if it's selling art.

That's exactly how this transition felt. It started with M.I.A.'s, "Hussel" which, from what I can tell, is about a guy who is out there trying to make a profit. Then went to a song that I hear a lot, "Punjabi Girl" (DJ A.P.S.) a kind of Bollywood musical remix ending with Ingrid Michaelson's "Keep Breathing" which is as it sounds: a meditation to remind you that you'll make it through if you can just stay alive.

Listening to other songs that came after (Kate Nash, Regina Spektor) I suppose that it was following the female singer genome.