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Tomorrow is the last day of my contract here, and I'm mostly cleaning out my desk today so that I'm not carrying out piles of stuff tomorrow. Over the past 15 years I've been in the workplace, I've had enough jobs that I always get flashbacks on cleanout days. It bothers me that I'm so good at this part. I'm pretty glad to have switched to mostly contracting, so the short-term-ed-ness of my last few gigs has been expected, and no acrimony on the way out, but every ending is a little sad, still.
2008.04.17 at 1:30pm EDT
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