I’m coming down to two work days before my trip to France, and I have to say that, if I hadn’t already had the goal of shaking off this veil of Seattle misery, I’d have had to add it to my list of must-dos.
It’s got to the point where I’ve started dropping data—and I’m not talking bits, here, I mean entire data streams.
Naturally (even though my product launch has been delayed two months—the latest delay), the number of tasks I have to complete before leaving has metastasized. But I’ll get done what I can and they’ll have to get along without me for two weeks, because I don’t check on work email while I’m on holiday. That’s why they call it “holiday”.
I’m just trying to not wind myself up to the max—I’m already about 90% there and I want to get rid of this sore throat before I board that flight. So I’m practicing deep breathing and restraint.
And holding out the option that I could always stay in France and become a migrant grape picker.
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