This post is about transition and moving on.
Today is my last day at Nuance Communications.
Nuance bought my previous company, Language and Computing. Best. Job. Ever.
Before that, I worked at a different startup called dotRisk. Speaking of Risk, we were obliterated by the dotCom bust.
Before that, my job was at Xerox. Coincidentally, Nuance is a Xerox spin-off.
That was before they ripped off the X-Box logo.
Before that, my job was at Sub Way. Not the omnipresent Subway of Jared infamy. The original Sub Way on Albemarle and Main in Durham, NC.
Before that, my job was at the Duke University Dining Services. NOTE TO DUKE MARKETING DEPARTMENT:DUDS? Really guys? You realize you could have made it Dining AND Entertainment and then it would be DUDES?
In between there were temporary stints at the New Jersey “Y” Camps
Exceptional Jewish Camping. Where it was not exceptional to take away camper’s blow-dryers as punishment for various infractions,
Maker of this!
And Reliance Private Label Supplements (I worked quality control. This is where my skepticism of supplements was born).
Before those, I worked at Syms, Where an Educated Consumer is Our Best Customer.
Before that, I worked at the now resurging, Roy Rogers.
I got started at age eleven delivering The News Tribune later merged with hometown rival, The Home News and ultimately picked up by McPaper.
The number of companies I worked for makes it look like I am either a job hopper or that I’ve been working for a long time. It’s the latter. I’ve held a job since I was eleven years old. I did not take a break.
I didn’t take breaks because I love to work. Jobs aren’t work to me. I honor the words of François-René de Chateaubriand:
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
George Orwell got it too:
But what is work and what is not work? Is it work to dig, to carpenter, to plant trees, to fell trees, to ride, to fish, to hunt, to feed chickens, to play the piano, to take photographs, to build a house, to cook, to sew, to trim hats, to mend motor bicycles? All of these things are work to somebody, and all of them are play to somebody. There are in fact very few activities which cannot be classed either as work or play according as you choose to regard them.
One of the things I’m known for at work is my cheerful “TGIM!” greeting on Monday and “Happy <insert name of current day here>!” on other days, even when it’s not Friday. Those greetings are sincere. I enjoy my time away from work but I look forward to work as well,
For me, work is play when I feel like I’m contributing to the greater good and when I’m learning something. When those things are happening, I really love my job.
Lately, I feel like there’s little left for me to contribute to Nuance. And I’m not really learning anything. This isn’t a criticism of Nuance. It’s a reflection on me. I’ve lost that loving feeling and I’m just not creative enough to figure out how to get the loving feeling back. So it’s time for someone else to take this job and love it.
Meanwhile, I’m going all in on Karma Sense Wellness so I can help as many people be healthy, be happy and, oh yeah, SAVE THE WORLD as I can.
That seems like something that can keep me busy for a long time…maybe for another 44 years.