I drive to a place where there is much cheese and some cows (where the Dells are), and I try to fix the code that takes the cash from the guys and girls there once they pay what they owe to the state. There are quite a few bugs, and new stuff the state wants, but I just want to go home to my place by the lake and ride my bike in the park.
Oh, and they make me wear a tie. That makes me sad.
I help folks in a game that is not done yet. It is a fun game where you get to play a guy or gal who can shoot light from their hands or hit real hard or stuff like that. And you can fly or run real fast or make it so stuff can’t see you. But I can’t tell you more of the game since I said I would not and I could lose my job. But when bad stuff goes on and the game won’t work right the folks in the game come talk to me and I help them out of the bad spot.
But we have no capes. That makes me sad.
Work is cool! It is what I want to do – well, at least it is where I want to work. What I want to do is write the things that folks say and where they live and what they do and what they did 'ere the folks come play the game. I like work for games but I am not so good at code or art or good stuff like that. And it is more work than you would think and might be less fun than you might think.
But it is still more fun than my last job, where I had to type and scan and talk on the phone and stuff like that.
The guys I work with are real nice. Though there are more gals than some might think. And in spite of what you might think, these geek girls are hot. 