Cruel, cruel fate.

So, I’m being tapped as the OE in charge of one of the fundamental, new systems that’s being proposed for the next game. I’m flattered, and I think it’ll be a good opportunity. But of course, one of the people I’m forced to work with now is the person I mentioned in an earlier post, and every goddamn time I hear her voice, I want to stab my ears out with knives. It’s like listening to broken glass, if that makes any sense, and it makes me absolutely fucking miserable, every god damned second that passes.

Argh.

Suck it up, act professional, kick ass, and I suppose we see where things go from there. But good fucking grief. Fuck you, irony.