At present, nineteen is not an auspicious number for me.
Eighteen, yes. I was married on an 18th. And a couple of months ago, although we were gravely worried about the future, we went out to Aileen’s favorite (for here) Italian restaurant and decided to have a good time, and deal with what the next day would bring.
And the next day, we both lost our jobs. It was really not one of the best times of our lives, to be sure. It wasn’t just us, either — it was a lot of folks who’d been with the company for a variable amount of time. But anyone with White Wolf credits to their name was going on two decades with the company.
Today, the nineteenth — two months later — is when the last vestiges of White Wolf as a position, as a day job, run out. I will gravely miss my old white-wolf.com email account, for instance — a silly thing, but I grew attached to it. I have a lot of good friends that are “former co-workers” now, and that sucks. Many have managed to land new positions at exciting new companies, but many (including Aileen) have yet to find another good place. It’s hard not to be morose about that.
But that said, White Wolf refuses to die. Aileen’s in the “library” while I type this, watching Jeremy Brett sleuth while she works on converting a White Wolf book to a better electronic format. I have a writer discussion about Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition raging in my inbox. (Or Raging, if you will.) And I still have friends at CCP, fighting the good fight for the World of Darkness.
And although the 19th is inauspicious, I am lucky. I’ve been picked up by a company called Xaviant. They were generous, even excited to take a chance on me. I’m enjoying the opportunity to take a chance with them. I have a feeling my position will involve a lot of different tasks, but one of them at least is world-building — and that is something that in some ways I can’t believe I’m getting paid to do again. Even though it’s a different world.
So, yeah, I have a least favorite number at present. And I profoundly dislike the effect it’s had on all my friends these last couple of months. But it hasn’t won yet. I hope to have the opportunity to spit in its eye.