The Cows Don't Send Alerts
My neighbor spent yesterday morning clearing a patch of maquis with a bulldozer. I watched him from the fence for a while, coffee in hand, contributing nothing. Then I walked down to check that the cows had water, because it's August in Corsica and that is the one job on this farm that cannot wait until later. The rest of the year I do engineering at GoodBarber, a mobile app platform. This month,…
Yesterday morning, my neighbor cleared a section of maquis using a bulldozer. I observed from the fence, sipping coffee. Later, I checked if the cows had water, as it's crucial in August on this Corsican farm. My primary job isn't burnout, but it involves caring for a herd of cows and a water trough. This isn't about burnout; it's about disconnecting from engineering and reintegrating it.
My engineering comes from managing my parents' farm. The laptop I closed marked the end of my work. Before leaving, I skimmed urgent emails, expecting the same cycle of resolution, staleness, or external intervention. The real work, however, remained unseen.
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