It’s Friday night, I’m delighted. Home and quiet, the fire warms the room, it’s midwinter cold outside. About a month ago I started working for Fuzion, run by a long-time colleague and friend Peter Davis. I’m loving it - a great crew to work with, it feels like a good fit.
Right now, my delight is 100% because I get to leave work at work. I’ve always had a “protestant work ethic” thing going - I’m not a particularly hard worker, mind - just kind of driven to work in order to reassure myself that I’m doing my bit.
So tonight, I finished work around five, and then I went on a spree of custom code removal (11K LoC gone in 1:15, yo - what a freaking mess that was), and then I hopped the bus home. And I’m home, and putting the kids to bed, and feeling absolutely healthy because I don’t feel like I have a pathological need to pick up some unfinished business later on in the evening.
(Sorry, peeps with unfinished business, see ya Monday! Unless it’s urgent enough that you really need me. You’ve got my number.)
I love having a job. It took me a long time to realise it was a healthy option for me.