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This is not a post to make you cry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t go that way.
I’m a guy who’s viewed as a cruel man at work. Not only I’m pretty straight at my own working standard. Not because of that, as a team lead, I work with 10–30 people every day to see whether the work is still aligned with what’s planned yesterday. Over the years, I have developed a skillset, which I believe is a skillset, that does not show much warmth to others. My language at work is company goal oriented, at least that’s how I defined. I know I can offend quite a few people, especially people above me. But I like who I am. I know I’m weird, and they know I’m weird, and I know they know I’m weird. But I start to love myself, or at least appreciate what I do lately.
Today is a sunny day, when I came to a Starbucks, and sat down then grabbed my laptop out of backpack, and started going over a book chapter that I’m working with. I’m about to order a cup of coffee, this is the time I felt love. This is the love of my life. Be able to find a place anywhere and still feel I can do what I like to do. The cost is about $5 per that session. How can we not love that?
Couple of days ago was an emotional day for the team, half of team members were leaving for another project. They have worked on this project for more than five years. We actually never met in person, most…
