So, after I got that divorce and up ended the table on my fucking life, I got a job doing Game Design at a Non-Profit gaming start up. I'm gonna redact the name for now because I am broke as a joke and I'm only there for 5 more weeks. If we're Facebook bros I guess you can look it up.
Anyway, I've kept from telling these stories because its kind of been my lifeline for the last few months and I was chugging the Kool Aid pretty hard, but now I'm gonna tell a few because there was some serious straw that broke the camel's back bullshit today. THE GIST: My boss is an epic moron. Its like the movie Big- He's basically 8 years old and somehow magically turned into an adult. Theres no other explanation. But the dude has a silver toungue and he keeps pulling in giant grants. But the whole company is basically an excuse for him to blow a fuckload of money talking out his ass to people. Here's bullshit from TODAY. Keep in mind, all this occured in 8 hours:
BACKGROUND: Despite having TWO 2500$+ projectors, he says we need a Plasma TV. He does the research (i.e., looks at price tags) and announces we need a TOP OF THE LINE model. He selects a 3,000$ Plasma from the Magnolia section in Best Buy. It weighs 130 pounds. We have to special order a $500 stand to hold it, because all the other stands are "not up my design standards". Keep in mind we had to BEG for months to get THREE Unity licenses to do actual game programming. Also, he fired our only 3D artist becausehe was "too expensive" at $17/hr.
#1:
THE SCENE: I'm walking between the Dev Room and the Kitchen. We have an office so small that some people work outside. The Plasma has been wheeled to the center of the room.
THE EVENT: He stops me: "GilloD, this is unacceptable.". "What is?" "I asked to you have this TV set up so I could use it 24/7 when I want to show someone content" "It is ready. Just hit the power button". "I can't be expected to have to turn something on everytime I want to show content. Fix this so the TV is on 24/7".
#2:
THE SCENE: He's sitting in his office fucking with his iPad which was paid for with COMPANY MONEY. This guy makes 180k, which is literally more than 2/3 of the entire salary budget for the company. He also insisted on having a cellular data plan- This month alone he's used FORTY GIGS paid for by, you got it, the company.
The Event: He calls me in. "It says I'm out of data again. I need you to buy me more data." "That's over 40 gigs you used this month" "I have to use it. I need to be able to see Netflix, it gives me ideas for the games" "Well, look. Here's how you connect to the WiFi" "No, the wifi is too slow. I'm only going to use 3G". We have about 30 people on a residential line because he refuses to upgrade the connection.
#3
BACKGROUND: Earlier in the day he let our environment artist go. The dude was beloved, a stout, fat, loud motherfucker with terrible taste in music who everyone loved. My boss once made him LEAD SOUND DESIGNER because "he listens to a lot of music". Anyway, everyone was bummed about this. Earlier in the week he decided he needed a new computer paid for by, TA-DA, the company. He demands a TOP OF THE LINE retina Macbook. So, I do the homework and one of the only real major differences between the $2100 and $2700 models is the size of the SSD disk. It makes no fucking sense to pay $600 for an extra 300 gigs of SSD space when an external drive is like. 100 bucks or whatever. So I get him the $2100 one because I'm not dropping another $600 on more dumb shit.
The Scene: "This is not top of the line. I need top of the line". "Well, let's look at this. Would you pay $600 for a $90 product?" "I would if it was top of the line. I can't use this. I already filled up 40 gigs from my old computer". "Well that gives you 160 gigs left". "But what if I use it all" "Then we'll get an external SSD for like a tenth of the cost" "Is that one I have to plug in?" "Its like the size of an iPhone, you just plug the USB in" "I cant do that. I cant carry that around. I have to plug it in? I cant plug something in everytime I want to work. Carrie" (His assistant)", I need you to go the Apple store and get the most expensive Macbook they have, I can't use this one".
Quick Math: This would have paid for 158 hours of the W9, non-benefits, no perks work by the beloved employee he terminated.
Thank god I'm out in 5 weeks. I have like 400 more of these stories.