Last day of work before moving to the new job: I do some cleanup and rm -fr my home directory. Seconds passed. Minutes passed. I start to think about how can it

Last day of work before moving to the new job: I do some cleanup and rm -fr my home directory. Seconds passed. Minutes passed. I start to think about how can it take so long. I list the content of my home directory trying to understand which folder was so big. Then I see it. A folder usually empty. Empty because I use it as generic mount point. A mount point that the day before was attached via sshfs to the production server... I had a strange feeling, like if I was seeing myself from behind, something crumbling inside me. And at that moment someone start to ask "what's happened to <hostname>"? I take my courage and I say "I know it"... That was really hard. The worst day at work in years, and during the last day too. Luckily we had a good enough backup strategy and the damage was mostly solved in a couple hours. There I realized how much of an idiot I was to have mounted the production server on my home and I grow a little.