I work at a place called Raygun Lounge. It’s a long-standing shop on the side of Capitol Hill known for loving games and geek culture. I was essentially hired on a referral and it doesn’t seem I’ll disappoint. The owner wants to incorporate a more “diverse” workforce. Essentially I got the job because my nerd interests are queer and, well, boobs. I hope to see more girls working with me in the future but to be honest, I’m not a typical set of boobs. I also happen to know the finer points of working a small espresso operation and have oodles of things to offer in experience alone.

The question is, can I handle the pressure. I like my coworkers. One of them I LIKE like. and the crazy resonates with how I view the world but that means it could disappear as quickly as I found it. Patience worn thin is hard to predict. It happens out of the blue and hits the most likely suspect. Last in, first out if the a common technique. More importantly, I’m different. If things don’t go well I’m the obvious scapegoat. I’m willing to take the risk because if it goes well I can pretend I knew what I was doing all along. It’s not rocket science. Keep the customers happy and then attract more customers.

I came out here because Penny Arcade made me believe anything is possible. Now I’m working at a game store seriously considering making my own board game. I have a business degree and, for now, CT credentials. Why don’t I do something lucrative? The simple answer is I haven’t gotten an offer. More accurately, I don’t want to. I got my previous degrees based on other people’s prudence. Now I’m pursuing what I might be good at. I’m certain I can take my current employer into a new era of stable business structure. Only if I can pay my rent, that is.