I am in one of those bitchy moods today
You know those days where you need to get out of your own way? Just shut it down, take a Xanax go to bed and start again tomorrow? Today has kinda been one of those days for me. Of course it does not help I was up playing Socom II until 6 in the morning, but you get where I am coming from.
A game mag asked Seanbaby if they could print a condensed version of his Dream Date article published on Ziff's 1up.com. It sounded like an innocuous idea at the time, so I agreed. Then he suggested we change most of the article and make it more of a story about me to which I angrily replied, "I am not a story. The girls are a story, but I am the last one someone should write an article about it. No way can we do that; I will look like an idiot. Why can't we stick to the original plan and trim the dating tips story?" So he, being the level headed one out of the two of us (which really frightens me), politely agreed, trimmed the dating story to be "Tips on Dating a Gamer" but for some reason the mag did not want to use the photo we gave them and asked for a photoshoot.
(said given photo which I liked)
Now there is nothing I hate worse than having my photo taken, so I immediately freak out. The first suggestion from the mag was me in a mini-skirt. Last I saw Hell was still above freezing so that idea was nixed. I don't wear miniskirts. I don't wear skirts for that matter unless someone is dead, getting married or the dinner bill is over $100. I proceeded to take out everything on that poor kid today, and since he does not realize my "I'm frustrated" voice sounds very close to "I fucking hate your guts" voice, I have some apologizing to do.
I want to ensure I represent the girls, as well as myself in the best possible light at all times (except for when I am drunk at a Karaoke Bar at which point I go by the foreign alias "Fu Guei Treun"). The reality is, you do the best you can, but no one is perfect. Which brings me to my current hang up...
While I may not always be the best at everything I do, I have come damn near close on many occasions. OK, so not in the global sense, but at least in the medium sized fish bowl I swim in. Now the tables are completely turned. I'm not the best shooter on our team in competitions. I'm not the "cute" one sent for media appearances. I am not even close to being one of the few successful freelancers in San Francisco after 9 months on the job. For the first time in a long time I am the very small fish is a very big pond and it feels like I forgot how to swim.
Everyone says "if you work hard you will succeed" but in this case, I am not sure they are right. But I really hope they are.
A game mag asked Seanbaby if they could print a condensed version of his Dream Date article published on Ziff's 1up.com. It sounded like an innocuous idea at the time, so I agreed. Then he suggested we change most of the article and make it more of a story about me to which I angrily replied, "I am not a story. The girls are a story, but I am the last one someone should write an article about it. No way can we do that; I will look like an idiot. Why can't we stick to the original plan and trim the dating tips story?" So he, being the level headed one out of the two of us (which really frightens me), politely agreed, trimmed the dating story to be "Tips on Dating a Gamer" but for some reason the mag did not want to use the photo we gave them and asked for a photoshoot.
(said given photo which I liked)
Now there is nothing I hate worse than having my photo taken, so I immediately freak out. The first suggestion from the mag was me in a mini-skirt. Last I saw Hell was still above freezing so that idea was nixed. I don't wear miniskirts. I don't wear skirts for that matter unless someone is dead, getting married or the dinner bill is over $100. I proceeded to take out everything on that poor kid today, and since he does not realize my "I'm frustrated" voice sounds very close to "I fucking hate your guts" voice, I have some apologizing to do.
I want to ensure I represent the girls, as well as myself in the best possible light at all times (except for when I am drunk at a Karaoke Bar at which point I go by the foreign alias "Fu Guei Treun"). The reality is, you do the best you can, but no one is perfect. Which brings me to my current hang up...
While I may not always be the best at everything I do, I have come damn near close on many occasions. OK, so not in the global sense, but at least in the medium sized fish bowl I swim in. Now the tables are completely turned. I'm not the best shooter on our team in competitions. I'm not the "cute" one sent for media appearances. I am not even close to being one of the few successful freelancers in San Francisco after 9 months on the job. For the first time in a long time I am the very small fish is a very big pond and it feels like I forgot how to swim.
Everyone says "if you work hard you will succeed" but in this case, I am not sure they are right. But I really hope they are.
