It breaks my heart to see all those countless hours of work we did reduced to a pile of scooped out, wiped, and lobotomized ex-machines with our old names for them still taped to the cases.
It actually made me cry to see such remnants of my old trade so disregarded. That class was almost a sacred experience for those of us who were there. My new replacement training will never compare. The joy of putting something together can never be equalled by filling out memos and taking calls.
Cherish the opportunities you gain in life; they may vanish before you can fully use them.