<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Linkedin on MarkJacobsen.net</title><link>https://test.markjacobsen.net/tags/linkedin/</link><description>Recent content in Linkedin on MarkJacobsen.net</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 11:30:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://test.markjacobsen.net/tags/linkedin/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Work Won’t Remember That Weekend You Didn’t Give It. Friends Will.</title><link>https://test.markjacobsen.net/2018/01/work-wont-remember-weekend-didnt-give-friends-will/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://test.markjacobsen.net/2018/01/work-wont-remember-weekend-didnt-give-friends-will/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ift.tt/1ilewZQ" target="_blank" rel="noopener"&gt;Read the full article here&lt;/a&gt; but this was my main takeaway…&lt;/p&gt;

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 &lt;p&gt;I worked weekends on many occasions. One weekend a good friend from university was coming to New York on the way to a business trip in Chicago. He was only coming to see me. But IBM had asked me to work that weekend. I struggled to choose between them, trying to work out if I could do both. I couldn’t. So I told my employer I could not work. Dwin and I had a great weekend exploring the city. He is the godfather to my daughter and we see each other regularly. &lt;strong&gt;IBM does not remember that I did not work that weekend. Dwin would always have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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