To say that this has been a difficult week would be an understatement. I’ve seen some tough times during my relatively brief time in the American workforce; I was laid off in 2003 from a lame newspaper ad design job (voluntarily, but laid off nevertheless), and I’ve watched as close friends were slowly shed from the Ziff-Davis roster over the course of my tenure there, beginning with none other than the close friend who helped land me at 1UP in the first place. There are black days I remember well: learning that GMR and XBN were being axed via message board scuttlebutt; seeing Games for Windows slowly suffocated by the licensed albatross around its neck and a hypocritical audience who demanded better quality PC games journalism and then promptly ignored the best around; watching my employer go into bankruptcy with no real reason to be confident in its survival.
But this week tops them all, because it’s combined the worst of everything. Dear friends were let go. A publication — the publication, really — was closed down. And all so unexpectedly and anti-climactically.
There’s a good side to this: our new owners intend to let 1UP be 1UP, and they’re far more financially sound than our previous company. For the first time in…well, ever, I actually feel confident that 1UP has a long-term future. But the collateral losses have been devastating, and my ability to write goes out the window when I’m depressed. I’ve been staring at a blank word processor document for the past two days…but I think I managed to churn out a little catharsis. It doesn’t solve anything besides offering a little emotional resolution, but I think I can at least start working toward getting back on track now.
And, should anyone in a hiring-type position be reading this, drop me a line if you’d like some recommendations for incredibly talented writers, artists, video editors and podcast producers. I can put you into contact with some great people….