Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I read an article in The New Yorker yesterday about Pixar, and what a fun work environment it is there, how obsessive it all is, and how much they all love their jobs. I expected some kind of bitter pill at the end, but clearly the journalist had given in and happily drunk the Kool-Aid. It reminded me a bit of watching the hours of special features on the extended Lord of the Rings DVDs. Before you ask, I've actually done this more than once, and not just because I'm a giant geek, which I am, but because it just gives me such a thrill to see hundreds of people going on and on about how much they love their work. In a certain mood, similar to the one I'm in now, it's been known to make me weep. I'm holding my breath on the job scene right now, and it's taking a lot out of me, but it's useful to remember how much joy some people get out of working, and remember that I must find a way to get that joy. For now, I just admire my elegant bundts.