Life Journal #00006
Some Days, I Wonder Why I Do These Things
Then I remember why I signed myself up for all the things I do
Warning: This post is excessively long. If you don’t feel comfortable reading long posts like this, I won’t blame you in the slightest. Though I would hope you read anyway, I’m not forcing you to. Thank you for hearing me out.
Okay, this will break the mold of all my prior Life Journal posts, but I must say it right now. I don’t remember if I explained to people here on the platform that I got hired to be a game designer on a game dev team, but I finally got myself ready to work as part of the team. No, I didn’t have any work to do beforehand.
Why is this important? The team I’m a part of had not gotten bums to chairs to work on the game beforehand.
Maybe it was my fault, but I don’t know how likely that is, because I was waiting for confirmation on what the project would even be. I mean, cut me some slack, will you? I have a lot on my plate that I need to remove like a mudslide removes a mountainside of things and people.
Er… if any of you are familiar with the former town of Oso, Washington, you’ll know how callous that sounded. I apologize for that.
