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I started working for PRWeb in December of 2005.  Now, approximately 1,200 work days later, I am preparing to lock my workstation and walk out of this building for the last time.

Don

Is 1,200 days a long time, or a short one?  I don’t even feel like the same person I was when I started, in large part because I have been changed by everything I’ve experienced here, and enriched by the people I’ve been so fortunate to work with.  The people of this company have been like a surrogate family through all the commotion of an acquisition, the catastrophic upheaval of hardware migrations, and the departure of many friends.  We’ve bickered and laughed, broken bread together, partied into the wee hours, and spent summer afternoons kicking a hacky sack.  These have been fantastic years.  My dear friends: I will remember my time here fondly; it’s been a great ride.

Now it’s time to ride off into the sunset — for a week.  And then onwards, and upwards!

This morning, I noticed something subtly difference about the appearance of the woods behind my house in our view from the second story skylight.  Turns out they weren’t woods in more — they had become a lake.

The water appears to still be rising.  I walked down Lynn to West North street and then down North West street (a ridiculous juxtaposition of names, especially considering that Northwest Road is just a few blocks away).  There were people *everywhere* — it looked like a sporting event. Where Squalicum creek passes under Squalicum parkway and West street, the extremely capacious waterway had been completely overwhelmed, and the street surface looked like a river in its own right.

Crazy.  Feels a little biblical.  But cool, so long as Noah doesn’t forget to stop and pick me up before my backyard falls into the creek and washes out to Bellingham Bay.