I had a pretty surreal conversation when I walked out of the building last night, post-work.
A couple of co-workers and I were just bs-ing, and both of them asked me why I was still here. After the requisite pretending-I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-I'm-walking-to-the-parking-garage-aren't-I?, I didn't really have a good answer. It's not like this is the most mentally challenging job I've had, but I think there's a deeper problem.
I think deep-down, I have no way to recognize that I'm actually good at what I do when I don't get to see it from the outside. In the old days, pre-economic crisis, getting to a conference and talking to people would help provide context. But not having that outside peer review of what we're doing (and how I'm doing) makes it difficult to know how well what I can do will translate to the outside world.
More to ponder
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