Ausir said:
Gobble Gobble aside, you do realize that unless you got paid handsomely by Bethesda for doing translation work and promoting their drivel, you basically were treated like a sweatshop employee.
I was not even paid by Bethesda. I was paid by Cenega, the Polish publisher of the game.
Of course! Your work was subcontracted out. What was I thinking!
Bethesda imperialists dealing directly in a foreign non English speaking market? That would be beneath the Pharaoh wannabes.
"As it was written by their Propaganda Journalist shilled arm, as it shall be done."
I once worked as a sub sub-contractor for this PR Firm where I could not tell them that they were paying 4 times my salary out via this scheme but they wanted me to fax my time sheets from there, knowing full well the sub sub scheme could be easily intercepted at some point if someone at the firm did any sneaky detective work.
Other than working with a lowly paid mild mannered accountant masquerading at night as a Pro team mascot, I was the only guy working in the otherwise all female East coast office of the PR firm and the sub sub was run by a bunch of women working for a male owner while I never met the main firm whose got an outer space SciFi dork like name similar to Zenimax's.
Needless to say, you'd be surprised about the double meant innuendo commentary by the women:
"Ooh, that Fruit salad looks very healthy."
A few years later there was this happening club that I was asked to visit. When I noticed where the address was I reminded my friends that if they had worked in the PR firm at the top of the building before, they wouldn't think that the daytime cafe turned night time club would be so happening but I would oblige their curiosity.
It was a nice social environment to work in but alas, the fool them once gals couldn't afford my rate for more than a part time limited hours per week back in the Wild West days of Y2K IT.
They probably had their suspicion but never figured out that I was a sub sub keeping a few fat cat IT firm owners that these women wouldn't dare get near at a club quiet wealthy.
In an illusion based reality where we think there is matter when in fact it is all energy vibrating at different frequencies within one all knowing mind field, what goes around comes around.
