for not posting for a few days. I'm desperately trying to sort my shit-fight of a job into some sort of order before I walk away from it for a year - why I cannot say except I blame my mother. She installed some sort of ghastly work ethic-y, guilt thing as part of my programming and I can't just walk away without a care going "tralala, someone else can work it out".
Damn, is that Jiminy Cricket on my shoulder? (Image thanks to...)
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How much do we love that work ethic. Good on you, that's what I say.
Afterall, you will be back in a year and if the team's last memory was "OMG, that rat DMM let it go to hell b4 she deserted the sinking ship" ... then that could be a tad ickky on your return.
Do as much as you can and for what you simply can't finish for whatever reason, give them your new number - then chill. We can only do so much. The frogs and I say "goodonya" :)
ALL DONE - last 2 RMLs are approved & gone - desk is (reasonably) clear. I've left them my crystal ball and a picture of small & ping to keep things cheery!
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