today is my official start date for my new position (metaphorically moving next door, transitioning from writer to voice designer!), and I thiiiiiink I’m going to be putting Daugment up for presale tonight. Friday the 13th of January is a DAY.
so I made a new friend (slash…fan?! it’s weird) at work and she reminds me a LOT of That Person I have Extreme Dislike for – but like, when she does the exact same things, it doesn’t have the same sense of…idk, absolutist condescension?? as if there’s an open mind behind the firm assertions? also she writes about sexuality in Mass Effect so
in approximately five minutes, one of my friends is going to start at ~the company~ and another will have a phone interview with ~the company~
I’m taking over everything
me: oh, I should take a painkiller.
Jake: hey, you need me to get you one?
Cortana: here’s a definition I found for “need.”
I told my two favorite coworkers about ~the problem child~ and without prompting they rolled their eyes at the correct time. GO TEAM JUDGMENT
dear coworker C inspired me to work on some melodramatic poetry
shout out to my friends who genuinely believe in my plan for world domination. I’ll remember you when I’m firing giant laser beams into space
Friday, good Friday, I was super hungover and picking up a pizza at pizza pizza (Canadian, also the inventor of Hawaiian pizza, also mine is the first pizza pizza ever no big deal) and they had the news on where a guy was being interviewed in line for the prince show who had been given two tickets by a woman who couldn’t make the show while he was just out walking his dog and he and his wife were the most excited ever and it was great.
WE WROTE ABOUT THAT, in Cortana somewhere! every day you can say “what’s up” to her and she’ll tell you the most interesting (and non-negative) thing from that day in history that my team could find. and one day it was Pizza Pizza and the invention of the Hawaiian pizza, and it was because our Canadian writer found it and we liked it so much that we gave him a ton of shit and then put it in.
this week, the coffee shop, which my teammate used to own and which was kitty-corner from one of my workfriend’s apartments, exploded. natural gas. no one but the investigating firefighters got hurt, and even then only cuts and bruises. there was a freezer in a tree. then that workfriend (who went to the same college as I did) went to a fundraising event for the neighborhood businesses affected by the explosion, held at one of the breweries that sponsors Band in Seattle, and I saw later that two of my friends (who also went to the same college as, but likely never met, the workfriend) went to that event and who knows, maybe their paths crossed.
it was
a weird week
I have so many incredible humans as my coworkers and it’s terrible because the best way I can think to express my gratitude is to write them into smut stories. YEAH. that’s what we all want. horny immortality