Today I get to see the last 4 years of my work burn.
I don't know if my perspective helps, but most of what I've worked on in the last 10 years has been deprecated. I spent 5 years on a product that doesn't exist anymore. It sucks, but you develop skills and learn things along the way that you can put into the next project after the previous one burns. Accepting that and rolling with it has been a skill I've had to develop.
That must be hard, Gud. That doesn't mean it wasn't worthwhile, though.
My Burrell ispired first eShakti order came yesterday so I am wearing one of the tuinic and pant sets today. I feel very fancy! Thanks for bringing these to my attention, Burrell!
The pants are still long on me despite being cut for my height, alas. I mean, wearable especially with heeled boots, but I guess I will do the full customization next time.
Gud, the skills that have made you a desirable candidate for other positions were the skills that you honed these past few years. Not wasted time at all.
Gud, you gained mad skills by working those 4 years -- skills that your (soon-to-be-old) employer is proving not to be worthy of, that they are discarding you. Getting snapped up so fast by the competitors is showing just how wrong the old was and is.
Sometimes it's not you. Sometimes it's that the captain is steering towards the iceberg and they are betraying your trust, your loyalty and your service.
I've thought about making a cross-stitch pattern for myself, an award for the Best Brass-Polisher on the Titanic, with the motto: "Her brass shone the brightest. Too bad about the iceberg."
Five and a half work days till vacation. I'm getting twitchy. It's been a surprisingly fraught three months since the last vacation.
Timelies all!
Health ~ma for your dad, JZ.
I've been reading about the effects of trying to function outside in the polar vortex. One of the plot points in the movie
Wind River
(such a good movie, so sad it didn't get proper appreciation) is the effect on the human body of heavy exertion in extremely cold weather. A commenter on one of the stories thought that was ridiculous, your lungs couldn't possibly sieze up and kill you if you're trying to breathe heavily in sub-zero air. I laughed at him. I imagine other people would be laughing at him now.
There was an incident in a nonfiction book about an Arctic explorer who nearly died from basically frost-bitten tonsils. From breathing in the super-cold air!