We’re selling our house and it hit me just today. We’ve been here 17 years and love it, but we want to downsize and simplify our lives. This feels very odd.
Twice in the past month I swore I did X when I actually did Y. One time it was misremembering an online order’s shipping charges, and the other time was when I committed to the wrong git branch.
Maybe my inevitable brain shrinkage has led to senility.
They’re in keeping with the usual exit article: Smiling faces, we’re very happy to be acquired by a competitor whom we previously said we were better than, etc. I’m not picking on GeekWire — all of our news sources, mainstream or otherwise, have this problem.
I’m reminded how we have so much partially accurate or wholly inaccurate news in our lives. We get the public statements asserting this or that, but we’ll never know what truly went down.
It’s more than, “History is written by the victors.” How can you know if what you know about the world is complete and accurate?
Thirty-four years, today. 34. XXXIV.
I’ve left Twitter. I can no longer tolerate their arbitrary rules that favor the powerful and the fraudulent.
When you depart a job, the most important thing to receive is your coworkers’ good wishes and compliments. And feels so good.