Today was my last day of employment, and I will now be exchanging
the two major foci of my creative time.
My interests in photography and astronomy and art was always secondary to my full-time work as a color scientist, an occupation that has provided a long and fulfilling career.
But this particular outcome was something of a fluke; the
education I pursued was a hodge-podge of art, science, and engineering, and my
early career was filled with jobs at not-quite-successful entrepreneurial startups
that caused my dad to inquire where I was working next, because he wanted to
avoid investing there!
I was 16 years old when Apollo-11 landed on the moon. Color television had been invented but most TVs were still black and white. I had seen a few color televisions on display and in other homes, but the color was usually awful, partly because the broadcasting signals had to be compatible with black and white sets.
After years of fearing the consequences of corporate RIFs (“reduction in force”), aka layoffs, and having survived a dozen or more of them, I had finally reached the point where losing my job would have a lesser consequence. I had built up my savings in anticipation of some future retirement and was now working for the sheer pleasure of it.