you can't mention that and say "don't ask"
explain
Well, to be honest, that's about all there was to it. We worked in a spare room in his house - we were meant to be making an MMO with money that he'd sourced from a group of miners in the Australian outback. He was an ex-boyfriend of my sister, and we'd got talking at some party she'd had. I mentioned I wanted to break into 3D modelling (following on from my work in actual prop making) and he said he had a job as an assistant programmer going. I was like, 'huh?', but took it anyway. Diversification, and all that. Everything was great for the first few weeks: he was a fucking awesome programmer, and was teaching me some crazy shit. I learnt more about coding in those first three weeks than I had in two years of learning it back in high school.
The money dried up for a week or two, and then when I came back, there was a mattress on the floor of the "office", and he would just sit on it in a tracksuit, eating chocolate cheescake from its foil wrapper, smoking bongs and watching Voyager. And so I kinda stopped learning stuff.
Obviously, I'm all for getting paid to get stoned and watch shit on TV, but there's a point where it stops being awesome and just becomes a bit like, well, where is this getting me in the long term? So I quit, and started at my current job just a few weeks after.
That said, he always paid me on time. So...I don't know. It was really weird. Especially those track suit pants. Man, that was some creepy shit.
