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My best boss paid his art team fairly competitively (a loving rarity in game studios) and would throw crazy lavish Christmas parties; renting out whole bars, free drinks all night, tables and tables of food, party buses with drinks and gourmet cookies and cupcakes to get us all there. I wish we hadn't gotten sold out to the greedy fucks who shut down our studio to send to slave labor rates in eastern Europe. It was a good job. Worst bosses were husband and wife pair who frequently drove their employees to mental breakdowns, were constantly hiring and firing stupid starry-eyed fresh grads like me, and had no clue what they were doing in general. Our games were constantly going through bizarre changes that confused us and customers alike. Paid us all peanuts in one of the most expensive cities in America to where even with our combined wages my boyfriend and I struggled to rent a studio apartment. Fired my boyfriend but kept me around for some reason so all the money stress was transferred to me. When the axe finally came down on my neck too, I packed up all my poo poo in a box and went out and sat down on a curb and cried for like half an hour, though it was mostly relief.
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