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by psyc
3032 days ago
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The funny thing is that I knew the answer immediately upon reading the title. I got the flu (the actual flu) about 10 years ago, and was out of work for over a week. It was my very first staycation, and I didn't have any contact with anyone. During that time, even though as sick as I've ever been, I completed and released my first iOS game (a very zippy direct-to-OpenGL implementation) and added a substantial number of features to my desktop game engine. It was amazing. I felt so alive. However, at this point, I could (somewhat tongue in cheek) credit this week with ultimately ruining my life and career. I became obsessed with recapturing that feeling, and with finding a way to support myself with my own work (as opposed to the company's work). I quit my job one year later and happily worked on my own stuff for the next 2 years. This began a pattern of living on the ramen budget, being a single hermit, only going to work when I'm broke, and quitting after a year or less. Disastrous. Why, as I write this, I haven't gone to work in over 2 years, and I'm broke again and looking for a job. I have unprofitable side-projects and repos out the wazoo though. What makes me most productive is when I truly love what I'm working on. |
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