Ode to a job

[mmcnealy]

Today I have been cleaning out my files, folders and boxes in my desk. Finding remnents of projects from the distant and recent past. Old notebooks with meeting notes important and not.... All go into the recycle box. Almost 6 years of work, with its accompining heartaches, frustrations, joys, sorrows, long hours plus occasional weekends....into the waste basket. Saying good-bye to the old friends that are left, not too many people left to remember the little details that can save your rear in certain situations.

I know that the things I have built here will continue to live on after I leave, but its still kind of sad to walk away from what have essentially been my children for the last few years.