It has been a huge task, and plenty of other people have worked on it, too. But I take real pride in in my part of culling the files -- we made a net reduction of around 90%. At home we're doing similar things, celebrating not just a day but a season of Discardia.
I am so desperately going to miss working. Not just the chance to go to San Francisco every workday, or the income, or the pleasant and interesting co-workers, although I will miss all of them. I will miss the purposefulness and sense of accomplishment of work.
Industriously sending out resumes.
How do you handle the end of a job?
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