Vee: My work is still so baffling to James that even obvious successes fly right over his head. Clearly he understands the word "raise", but when it comes to "promotion" or "head of a project", he just stares at me, bemused.
It's like he can't possibly fathom the corporate ladder within a telecom company.
YOU MEAN YOU GET TO ANSWER MORE PHONES NOW?
Yes, exactly. Each year they present me with yet another handset, which I place proudly on my desk.
The thing is, in animation, promotions are pretty much non-existent. It's not like you can start as a lowly animator, and rise to the role of producer through hard work. No, a producer is some random guy with money who thinks he has a good idea. Directors are his friends and animation supervisors are people willing to suck the directors' cocks.
That's just the way it works.
I imagine, a world where an employee is promoted in due course or for exceptional performance, is something like a dream to him.
I've offered him a gateway into this utopian realm countless times, but he always replies with "Nah, I hate talking on the phone."
Dude -for the LAST TIME- that's not what I do.
Jaime: I don't find this comic strip very interesting, since it focuses almost entirely on someone else, so here's a story about me.
I worked in a legitimate office job for about one year - complete with cubicles and their depressing attempts at personalization via nick-knacks, signing birthday cards for people I don't know, designated smoking areas, rules of email etiquette and a communal microwave and coffee machine filthier than the devil's own asshole.
We had internet blocking software installed on our computers and at least two hours worth of meetings every day (every last one of them totally useless).
I can safely say, without fear of hyperbole, that I would rather be in prison defecating in the presence of others and defending my innocence every night from bunkmates with boundary issues than having to experience that again.
