In less than 12 hours after publishing this note I'll be talking to my new colleagues at my new job. About a year ago was the last time that I talked with colleagues about job related stuff. Rudimentary maths - I haven't worked for anyone for over a year. Below are some thoughts and feelings regarding this gap.

Overall

Off the bat: I liked it. As always, as everywhere - some things good, some things bad and most things without any particular feeling one way or the other. Not having a job didn't mean that I don't work. I'm one of those weirdos who will find activity and interest in most things (either motivated by too much caffeine or cold dread of existence). Not having a job did, however, mean that I don't have imposed meetings and chats with others. This eliminated a lot of morning-shower-dispairs but it also introduced plenty of loneliness. Ok, let's get to the point.

Not idling

The move was always only temporary and I knew I'll have to get back on the market. This meant that I cannot stale skill- and social-wise. Even in the best case scenario where I'd be the one searching through the market knowing

Time

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