I feel like I’m on a particularly bizarre bandwagon. There’s a lot of drinking and black humor, so it’s a FUN bandwagon, but still.
As you already know if you’ve been reading, oh, any gaming news site in the WORLD, Austin got a little wild-eyed and scary recently. A lot of good people are looking for work right now.
So am I!
I’m not as freaked out as some of the Austinites, though. I still work for GamerDNA, but in more of an advisory capacity. The team is composed of some of the finest people to ever wield a keyboard, and wild horses couldn’t keep me from wanting to work with them. But a good consultant knows when a job can be done remotely, and when it’s just gotta be done in person. These days the boss needs someone in person, and when I say “I cannot relocate,” it doesn’t mean “give me more money.” So I’m working on the projects for them that can be done remotely, and I’m looking for new gigs. If you have burning community issues, writing, ghostwriting, copy editing, or industry commentary that needs doing, give me a buzz.
Public service announcement: Move to Maryland, work for Zenimax Online, and while you’re at it, move into my retirement community neighborhood, which is presently teeming with people who don’t even HAVE computers and stare at me funny when I try to explain my professional specialty. It would be nice if you could get a demographic breakdown before you buy a house, you know? But when I asked my agent, you’d think I’d asked him if there was a community clubhouse with facilities for draining cat cadavers. Apparently it’s illegal to give out specific demographic breakdowns. Criminy, I wasn’t trying to violate the Fair Housing Act, I was trying to see if there were people my age nearby. Grumble. Anyway, if you’re looking to move to a part of the country NOT surrounded by Texas or Yankees, there’s the link. I can even suggest neighborhoods to live in where the average age is under fifty. Firor’s not giving me any money for this post or any resulting applications, so feel free to ask me for my opinions. Won’t you be my neighbor?