Memento Mori

If you've been reading this blog, you're aware that I quit my job about nine months ago to pursue my screenwriting career full time. While I was working, I would often spend time working offsite, going to the library to do research, or writing outlines at a museum cafe.

A habit of mine was to write my cell phone number on my cubicle's whiteboard, so if anyone needed to reach me (which was never), they could dial me up. When I left the company, I unintentionally neglected to erase my whiteboard, leaving my number for everyone's reference.

Since I left, my cubicle has been appropriated by not one, but two interlopers. Nine months have passed. Babies have been born. Nations have fallen. The video game I worked on is still nowhere near release.

AND MY NUMBER IS STILL ON THE FREAKING WHITEBOARD.

Along with a drawing of a Gameboy Micro that a coworker drew in order to explain the design aesthetic it shares with the Xbox 360. "That's how little the place has changed," says the former coworker.

"This is so going into my blog," I say.

My lonely cellphone number, imploring my oblivious coworkers to call me, accompanied only by a poor man's rendition of an obsolete video game handheld. If that's not a memento mori for my former employer, I don't know what is. Allow me to say that I am very happy with my current mode of employment.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!