What's to say for the days I cannot bear?
PAX happened. Whoosh. XAP XAP XAP, baby. This year? Not quite as amazing, perhaps, as last year. Maybe I was just too tired to be amazed. I double-shifted all three days, you see. This isn't saying a whole lot compared to Abby, who runs the best-named satellite theater, or James, who was Deputy Satellite Theater Manager. But I worked. Also, I got to see Neesha that Monday. Those privy to the comments that pass between us on Livejournal and Facebook--creepy stalkers and nosy voyeurs alike--can imagine how wonderfully nice that was.
I have been supremely busy lately, testing the upcoming Call of Duty: World at War at Treyarch, which I find a nicer place to work than Activision was/is. I don't mind the long hours nearly as much. How long, you may ask? (Well, you may not actually ask, but pseudo-rhetorical soliloquistics are a cherished vice of mine.) I put in 16.5 hours yesterday. I'm really looking forward to the paycheck. Also, they gave me a project hat. I'd never received project jack shit before besides a free copy months after the game shipped, and a pair of standard promotional posters. Yeah, Treyarch ain't a bad place to be a lowly game tester.
Privateer Press had another job posting, this time for a Copy Editor/Proofreader. I applied. So did a lot of other people. I feel pretty good about my chances. I didn't get the game designer job there, if the lack of textual hooting and hollering hadn't already clued you in. I'm over it, and it led to a good resolution on my part. This new job, though, could fit me even better. It's my favorite company, I have a good track record with them already, and my experience and skill set match almost perfectly with what the job entails. I really hope that they don't go with some thirtysomething postgrad with "real" copy editor experience who is already giving up on his dreams and is overqualified but willing to settle because the economy sucks. Me, I put in crazy hours every day at a AAA developer making sure that all their words and pictures are looking exactly as they should. Yes. Pick me.
Getting the job would mean moving to Seattle. Besides leaving my family and friends in Los Angeles, this would mean moving away from Kelley. We already started talking about it. We even talked about how it's not a perfect scenario for us, and how she's going to fret about it on her own no matter what I say, but also how I can trust her to deal with that. It's hard to explain. There's so much to say, and this isn't the place to say them. I'll say this much: being with this woman makes me feel like the best version of myself that I've ever been.
RIP, Shoun. I wish I'd known him better. I wish he'd known how much love he was walking away from.
I have been supremely busy lately, testing the upcoming Call of Duty: World at War at Treyarch, which I find a nicer place to work than Activision was/is. I don't mind the long hours nearly as much. How long, you may ask? (Well, you may not actually ask, but pseudo-rhetorical soliloquistics are a cherished vice of mine.) I put in 16.5 hours yesterday. I'm really looking forward to the paycheck. Also, they gave me a project hat. I'd never received project jack shit before besides a free copy months after the game shipped, and a pair of standard promotional posters. Yeah, Treyarch ain't a bad place to be a lowly game tester.
Privateer Press had another job posting, this time for a Copy Editor/Proofreader. I applied. So did a lot of other people. I feel pretty good about my chances. I didn't get the game designer job there, if the lack of textual hooting and hollering hadn't already clued you in. I'm over it, and it led to a good resolution on my part. This new job, though, could fit me even better. It's my favorite company, I have a good track record with them already, and my experience and skill set match almost perfectly with what the job entails. I really hope that they don't go with some thirtysomething postgrad with "real" copy editor experience who is already giving up on his dreams and is overqualified but willing to settle because the economy sucks. Me, I put in crazy hours every day at a AAA developer making sure that all their words and pictures are looking exactly as they should. Yes. Pick me.
Getting the job would mean moving to Seattle. Besides leaving my family and friends in Los Angeles, this would mean moving away from Kelley. We already started talking about it. We even talked about how it's not a perfect scenario for us, and how she's going to fret about it on her own no matter what I say, but also how I can trust her to deal with that. It's hard to explain. There's so much to say, and this isn't the place to say them. I'll say this much: being with this woman makes me feel like the best version of myself that I've ever been.
RIP, Shoun. I wish I'd known him better. I wish he'd known how much love he was walking away from.