Work is work.
The only days that stand out are the first few, when things are still fresh and novel. After that, the days begin to blur. We fall into the steady rhythm of work, gaining such familiarity with our tasks that what was once challenging is now an old hat.
The first few days are always the most memorable, but nothing could've prepared me for the hideous scene waiting for me at work. The only word that can describe such a miserable state of affairs is...
...tragic.
The gaming set up that I had to work with was an insult to me, my hobby, and my job. There was an impressive stack of games next to the 360, except that some of them were obviously pirated and therefore unplayable on an unmodded console. Every unwired controller from Wiimote to 360 pad had dead batteries; 360 games were stuck in the PS2; composite cables were connected to an HDTV; and PC games were bought as console games.
It is up to me to remedy this situation with my expertise.
I sure got my work cut out for me.
