If there are any things at all that I miss about my old job, I can think of two things:
- My old Macbook – seriously, that thing was a beast, even if the impetus for having it meant that I was capable and expected of working remotely during hours not considered work hours more often than necessary, I miss the hell out of it. It was stronger than what my new job has provided to me, and a monumental majority of 2015’s brog posts were written on it.
- The commute – I did not have to touch a single interstate in order to get from point A to point B. Sure, I worked on the moon, relative to the rest of Atlanta, and dealing with the red light district known as Fayette County was infuriating, but I still made it home and back consistently within 20-30 minutes.