Back in 2005, I sat back down at my console after having handed one slip of paper to my supervisor at her pod. “You really did it,” my partner said glancing at me sideways. “Guess so,” I replied. “But you love your job and you’re so good at it.” I acknowledged that. “I really do love it.” I looked around the room taking in all the equipment that had become so familiar to me and all the faces that had become so much more than co-workers. I was looking at family.