It's reached the point where it's become a little weird that all of the security guards in the building still know me by name.
I know two of them by name, and I know the rest in a "oh hey what's up" kind of way, but ALL of them say "Hello, Sam!" when I wave at them. Which is not actually at all weird, they know me because for three years I was lord and master of several floors of staff, and they've seen me doing everything from recovering stolen laptops (I'm motherfucking Batman) to falling down in the lobby (I'm not graceful
Batman). It's just strange not to have a job where I see them, and yet still to be recognised when they see me. Perhaps I'm just losing my immunity to being recognised by people whose names I don't know. It happened a lot, formerly. Now, not so much.
Though I still get emails from all three of our floors, requesting I yell at the building about the heating on their behalf. It's true I'm particularly good at that.
Also, Dead Isle Chapter Eleven
is posted. Yaaaaay!
We're almost halfway through the edit, and I'm pleased with progress so far. Most of the comments have been small issues that are relatively easily fixed; there are a few big ones but they're the kind where I need to pull back and get a whole view of the story first, so I'm saving them for one last run after this pass is finished. God willing and the creek don't rise, Dead Isle should be on sale in August. Don't quote me on that, mind you, if August comes and I'm not ready. :D