{"id":697,"date":"2013-04-13T09:18:25","date_gmt":"2013-04-13T09:18:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/?p=697"},"modified":"2013-04-13T09:18:25","modified_gmt":"2013-04-13T09:18:25","slug":"sony-leaving-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/2013\/04\/13\/sony-leaving-party\/","title":{"rendered":"Sony Leaving Party"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Warning: this is not a post about photography, although it does contain a few snaps of last nights indulgent idiocy.\u00a0I want to write something down, as I have woken up this morning with a sense of&#8230; I want to say sadness, but it isn&#8217;t that&#8230;.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-699\" alt=\"IMG_0728\" src=\"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-300x300.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-768x768.jpg 768w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-1536x1536.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-2048x2048.jpg 2048w, http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/IMG_0728-1-1568x1568.jpg 1568w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Last night was my leaving party, bringing to an end 6 wonderful years in the employ of Sony. I have seen the launch and life of PlayStation 3, many, many games; and the preparations for the forthcoming PS4. Leaving Sony is possibly the hardest decision of my life to date. Not because I love the business (I do), but because I leave behind a group of people who I genuinely love to death.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday afternoon I was subjected to\u00a0the standard presentation, something we all go through and I joked that during these events I am never quite sure if people turn up to wish you well, or make sure you actually go. The proof is usually during the evening session where you book space at a bar and no one turns up.<\/p>\n<p>What happened last night tugged at my heart-strings and re-ignited my faith in the human spirit. I don&#8217;t know how many people turned out, but everywhere I looked, people greeted we with smiles, hugs and well wishes; ex-colleagues made appearances, current combatants and people who I hope will continue to be labelled as friends for the rest of my life made last night an evening that, despite attempts to drown myself in whiskey sours, I will never forget. Ever.<\/p>\n<p>I got home at 3am this morning, I have no idea how I am out of bed at 9am today. I am full of hangover, dosing on paracetamol and tea, but I have a smile on my face. So many people leave jobs with a sense of unfinished business, and go through their lives trying to change the things they have done. The last 6 years, I think, are something that I could never wish to change. The good the frustrating and the damn right stoopid, have all contributed to the person I am, sitting here writing this, willing my next cup of tea to make itself.<\/p>\n<p>[pause &#8211; while I make my own damn cup of tea]<\/p>\n<p>I made a point yesterday, of playing on repeat the rolling stones, &#8220;Gimme shelter&#8221;, I wanted to make sure that I associate one of my favourite songs with a period of my life in which I feel human, I feel loved, respected, and connected to something awesome. As corny as it sounds, I have no idea how I am going to top my time at Sony.<\/p>\n<p>I have the song playing now, and I have a tear in my eye. So I guess that is job done.<\/p>\n<p>I started this article with an emotional statement, I figure I should end it in that way. I am now about to move into a new chapter in my life, I&#8217;m excited, but I am also fearful that I wont be able to repeat the level of awesome I have felt here. If you have worked for or with me in the last 6 years; I love you, you are awesome. That is all.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/DSC01320-1-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-705 alignleft\" alt=\"DSC01320\" src=\"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/DSC01320-1-300x168.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"168\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Warning: this is not a post about photography, although it does contain a few snaps of last nights indulgent idiocy.\u00a0I want to write something down, as I have woken up this morning with a sense of&#8230; I want to say sadness, but it isn&#8217;t that&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":700,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4,5],"tags":[70,98,109],"class_list":["post-697","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fps","category-mylife","category-photography","tag-london","tag-sony","tag-uk"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/8643474384_d251e8f597_o-2-1.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=697"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/697\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=697"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=697"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/philpriston.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=697"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}