Oodles of Fun
“Fun, fun, fun, fun!”, Amatt thought, as piles of interlocking bricks, the kind he played with as a child, stacking one on top of the other, lay in his office in neatly organized bunches, with labels laying near them, as sheepdogs to a herd. His calling was playable-brick set designer, but his job was toy-maker, since he observed children at play, in focus groups, using his and his coworkers' creations to achieve that fleeting feeling of fun, hoping that this time, the toy plays well.
While the toy bricks were colorful, his heart was sometimes nearly black as coal. The company he worked in veered away from its heritage as an adult collectible maker, creating glorious constructions, and packaging them in parts for the connoisseur to enjoy and assemble, to become a simple toy-maker for children.
He had experiences of fans who would create magnificent creations of their own, not as polished as the official sets, but awe-inspiring and inspiring in the common sense. They would cry when they recognized him, as they were fans of the brand and the designers, enjoying discussions about anything from brick construction methods to the molding process of the parts.
Last year, at Brick Corp's convention, he got assaulted by an adolescent for the company cutting his favorite character. Not to mention getting bricks tossed at him by boys and girls alike.
“In fact, fuck fun!” Amatt concluded, as his colleagues left for Block Co. jobs and since he was the only veteran still having any faith in the employer. He took the leap and quit his job, putting himself in peril, but in that case luckily, not any family of his own to speak of.
What happened after is not part of the story I've heard, but I can make a guess and say that he got a job in another creative industry.