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After a bit less than 20 years, today is my last day working for Google.
Even though leaving is something I’m glad to do I’m still bad at change. For the past two decades my job has been the most stable part of my life through, like, everything: fertility and adoption struggles, an abusive marriage, my mom dying, a divorce, COVID, identifying/treating a congenital hormone imbalance[1], being assaulted……
Work gave me a second place that felt stable, where I could duck my head low and dig into something I know how to do really fucking well.
I could solve some other people’s problems, write a design doc with more memes than text, get my report promoted, help a coworker navigate a toxic manager…
Even when my life (and, later, my career) was cooked I could focus on helping and with that came the joy of seeing someone I care about succeed.
Maybe I’ll post some fun stories (right now I’m in a shit mood so “fun” probably would be sarcastic but I’ve worked there long enough that I do have actually fun stories too)
[1] iykyk, pun intended ofc