Rants & Ramblings

random commentary about culture, media, politics, technology and whatnot.



Going through the last day at a job is always a strange experience.

There’s the cleaning out of the desk — and the disbelief at how much junk one can acquire over the course of just seven months. I feel a bit out of place, sitting in this stark cubicle, with all of my postcards, printouts and action figures stowed away in a bag in the corner.

I spent much of this morning backing up my files, organizing logos and mock-up designs for my successor (and for my own archives). I have little else to do, having finished up everything on my to-do list last week. As 2GB of archived files transfer from work laptop to home laptop via umbilical Ethernet cord, I’m stitting listlessly in my bare cube, fiddling with pens and Post-Its on my desk and waiting for … something to do.

On my desk is a memo titled “Employee Separation Checklist.” I have to have folks from IT, accounts payable, payroll and HR sign off before I leave today.

Some people have dropped by to wish me well today, and in the two weeks since I gave my notice. There are some really nice people here, and I feel bad about leaving, especially after having been here only seven months. I don’t feel as if I’m leaving on bad terms, though. If not for the opportunity that I was offered with this new job, I’d probably be fairly content with staying; I had a whole laundry list of things that I still wanted to do.

But I can’t say that I at all regret my decision to leave. Tomorrow, I’m joining the news design team at washingtonpost.com.

It’s my dream job: news-related Web work for a major media organization. And I’ve wanted to work at the Post for years. In fact, I moved to D.C. with two goals: complete my master’s degree, and get a job at washingtonpost.com. This May, I accomplished the first, and I was beginning to think that the second would be a long time coming — or else I’d have to take a “lesser” job at washingtonpost.com until I could work up to the job I really wanted. It still hasn’t wholly set in that I got exactly the job I want. And I’m starting just in time for one of the busiest news nights in four years: the presidential election.

I hope I’m ready.