Driving home I was having trouble processing how I felt. I wasn't angry, I wasn't disappointed, I wasn't sad. I finally realized how I felt: I was embarrassed. I had let myself think for a few days before that lunch that someone had finally recognized my work, that someone powerful had seen the IPs I worked on directly - Fallout, Arcanum, Wild Star, Outer Worlds - and those that I helped create - Pillars of Eternity, Tyranny - and thought "let's back this guy and see what he can do with a huge set of resources under his control," and I had fantasized about what kind of game that would be. I had lots of ideas, lots of notebooks filled with potential new IPs, but no, he asked me to be a localization producer. He had no idea who I was or what I had done. I spent a few happy days thinking he did, and now, now I was just embarrassed.