I'm in a good mood today (three day work weeks will do that for you), so I wanted to share a brief vignette that is too weak to be a full-on story.
One Month Ago
My boss and I are sitting in his office. I've told him that we need to talk. It's the first time in years I've said that. My boss, one of the nicest guys out there, looks concerned. He thinks I have bad news. I do, at least for him.
He asks me what's wrong. I tell him I won't be working here anymore. At least not full time. I've come to negotiate a downshift in my career.
Noah's Inner Monologue
Scribblings of a man who can barely operate an idiotproof website.