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Feeling employed

One of the subtle pleasures of growing older is exploring one’s own pathologies. This month I am once again employed, after a decade of independence. This is something to be pleased about; as Martin Fowler says of joining ThoughtWorks: “I found a company worth joining.” In my case, it’s run by friends and colleagues; I’ve been doing more and more with them in pursuit of my own goals for advancing the species; eventually they invited me to join the company.

Nonetheless (as Machiavelli is so fond of starting paragraphs) I took a wolfish glee yesterday, on my journey to the office in Denmark, in discovering how much of my self-esteem has been banked up on being independent. So my new adventure is tinged with the sadness of failure.

Heh heh.

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