Tales of Crunch Survival...
It's almost 1:30 AM. I got home from work about forty minutes ago, after over fifteen hours straight. Around 9:30 tonight, the president of the company announced there was free ice cream and beer for everyone in the break room. And sodas, for those of us who don't drink.

Tomorrow is bound to be another repeat of today. I'm learning to hate certain game consoles I used to love. Bummer.

And here I am, at home, checking email, posting this blog, and ... working on my game. Trying to put at least an hour into it. I'll go in late tomorrow, anyway... my task-list is largely cleared out, mainly supporting the designers anyway.

I can't say it's unique to the games business. I've had weeks like this doing all kinds of software development in my career. And apparently, I'm so stupid that I impose it on myself by developing my own games until the wee hours of the night.

Ah, well. That's just the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes you just have to live life in the margins.

Labels: Biz, productivity

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