Adulting So Hard, Part 1: Managing

In the last six months, I became a parent, a teacher, and a boss.

And thus died the years of my youth, free of responsibility.

Today’s post is about my recently departed job, and on moving from an “individual contributor” (read: peon) to “manager” (read: still peon, but now with the added weight and responsibility that if you screw up, somebody else’s life may be ruined).

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