Grim Fandango
by Tim Schafer, Designer

Saturday, August 20, 1995 [cont.]

For instance, "What am I supposed to be doing? Why did you hire me? Where's my desk? How am I supposed to know what's going on with you locked in your office all day?"

"Figure it out for yourself," is my team-building response, "I'm busy!" Because, you have to remember, I'm on the way to the bathroom.

Next thing you know it's 7:00pm and everyone's gone and you can finally get to work. That's when the network crashes or maybe just your own computer dies, probably from all the banging and kicking you give it, trying to shut up the noisy power supply fan that's driving you crazy because the stress of the deadline has turned you into an irritable old man.

So you get in about six more quality hours of work, if you're lucky, then you go home and see the stack of dirty dishes in the sink and the pile of laundry in the bedroom and you think for a second about how you should get around to them. Then you watch wasps fight on the Discovery channel for two hours.

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