They are at the corner of our lives and serve a valuable purpose. Without them we would be bereft of joy, dead grey shells shuffling the land until death claims us. Their endless work goes unnoticed but has a strong effect, invisible to our eyes yet should be at the forefront of our thoughts.
I was in Game, trading in a few things and I struck up a conversation with the bloke behind the till. After enquiring about what I wanted to trade in for and being told I was just waiting for games like Call of Duty to come out his face changed into one of consternation. Why? Pre-orders were through the roof for that title. Whilst that’s not surprising what surprised me was that I didn’t make the connection in my head between a popular game and this man’s job.
“It will be insane when it launches”
Think about it, he will have to be in work maybe from midnight dealing with loud excited gamers in a strip lit version of hell on earth. His wrist and arm will seize up from repeatedly using the till, the Game radio station will aggravate his ears and his nostrils will be filled with the stench of body odour and plastic. He will have to turn away underage kids and get abused by doing so, try to explain to stupid parents that the game is maybe not for their 4 year old children and all the while his inner gamer will be crying out to actually play the game. When he gets home do you think he’ll be able to? Exhausted, his game will stay shrink wrapped whilst he collapses in preparation for work the next day.
So I raise a glass to our eternal friends, the video game store employee for your sacrifice, your hobby and your sanity so we can pwn noobs to our heart’s content.
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