For some reason, I have always thought of myself as a lazy person. When I have a day off, it’s easy for me to do nothing instead of going out, and I seem to always be the first one to leave work if I get the chance.
Well; after last week, I have to concede that perhaps “lazy” is not a word which I should include in descriptions of myself anymore. Case in point: I worked for 32 hours straight last week.
At around 4 in the morning, I went to sleep on the couches in the lunchroom. I woke up at around 5:30 AM, and went back to my desk. Lo and behold, the sun was rising outside. It was not night anymore, it was morning, and I was starting my day.
That day lasted until 5 PM, dammit. So, in short, I did 9 to 5, but over two days, and without going home in-between. Yuck. The entire team stayed around for approximately 24 hours, which is an incredible dedication. Long story short, we finally managed to send our game in time to Nintendo.
I went back home and ate quickly (I bought tea eggs at the convenience store, as I was falling asleep too quickly to wait for food in a restaurant), then totally passed out. At midnight, the cellphone rang with a call from France, as they needed me to fix a small problem. I got dressed and got to work, again. I think I woke up in the taxi. 30 minutes later, the problem was fixed and I was back home.
The team had the day off Friday, so I feel a little bit better about putting them through the whole thing. (Producers are seldom responsible for setting the short schedules, but we’re responsible for meeting the deadlines, however crazy they are.)
After 3 days of doing absolutely nothing like only I can do it, I feel rested at last.
And definitely not lazy.