Progress Report (Its Progress, Right?)

I’ve been applying to at least one job per day since I’ve been on “vacation.” I’m getting a few things back but most of them are not a good fit for me. Yesterday I applied for a promising position at Misys. I’ve long admired that company so I hope I’ll get a chance to talk to them.

I’ve been busying myself around the house, getting things done that had been piling up around us. Yesterday’s project was to clean out the junk in the garage. Needless to say, I am still working on that one! Once I’ve sorted through things, the unwanted stuff will go on Craigslist this afternoon.

The garage work was inspired by finding evidence of mice still in the garage. I thought I’d sealed up all access to it when I put up flashing on our air conditioner unit earlier this year. Those rodents put up a good fight, that’s for sure. I’d hate to put out poison if I can simply drive them away but at this point my patience is running thin with them.

We’re still thinking of going sailing this weekend. It all depends on the wind forecast. Right now, Sunday and/or Monday are looking good. Saturday we’ll probably spend indoors painting one of our bathrooms.

First Sail Of The Summer

We spent most of the weekend tooling around Lake Gaston in our sailboat, Whimsy. Hallie had soccer at 11 Saturday morning, so we drove separate cars to the lake, with me leaving a little after they left for soccer. I got to the boat and began putting things together, all the while dodging the neighbor’s overly-friendly labrador retriever. Kelly and the kids joined me around 1:15 PM and we had the boat in the water about 2:15.

Winds were blowing out of the west the whole weekend, though at first they weren’t very strong. Kelly took the helm to begin with, reacquainting herself to the whole process. Hallie took a turn after she did: the first time she’s piloted on her own. I took a turn after that once the winds picked up a bit more.

We sailed in a direction different than we usually do. Typically we go east to Eaton’s Ferry and return. Saturday we went west, sailing all the way down to the I-85 bridge. That end of the lake seems much bigger than the eastern side. We saw a lot that we don’t normally see, including a platform of some type right in the middle of the lake, complete with scraggly pines surrounding it and some sort of large bird guarding a nest on top. After a few pictures of the platform, we turned around.

Normally sailors like to have the wind at their backs. It can be much less work. In our case, though, we were unequipped to properly take advantage of it. With wind behind you, the sail that gives you the fastest ride is the spinnaker: a giant rocket of a sail that balloons up like a parachute. We had the spinnaker but no clue how to rig it (and possibly a part missing to do so), so we made do with the sails spread like wings. This worked fine until the wind shifted a bit, at which point one of the sails would go flying in the opposite direction and the careful balance would be disturbed.

I hoped to put the boat in Saturday without cranking the engine but we ran out of wind short of the harbor. It was getting late so we had to move along. Hallie, who was having the time of her life, helpfully suggested we drop anchor and spend the night on the boat. That will have to wait until another time!

We parked the boat at the dock for the night and had the kids in bed by 8:30 last night.

This morning we enjoyed a nice breakfast before heading back for Day Two of sailing. We arrived at the lake around 10:30. With the boat already partially rigged it was easy to get going again. I took the time to connect the engine’s alternator leads to the boat’s battery so that we could put a charge into it while the engine ran. It was the first time I have tried charging the battery this way and it appeared successful. I don’t like having to twist the bare wires together, however, so I’m still looking for a suitable plug arrangement to add to it.

We went our typical direction today: east, towards Eaton’s Ferry. Kelly took the helm the whole trip out, making use of a strong wind to get us out there in record time. She seemed much more comfortable at the helm, and I felt comfortable going below to read stories to the kids. Occasionally, she would ask me to come topside to help with something but generally she skippered the boat herself. I am very proud of her!

The wind had picked up quite a bit by the time we made it to Eaton’s Ferry. I finagled the helm away from Kelly at that point and began the first of a long series of tacks upwind to get us back to the lakehouse.

The problem now was facing a wind blowing exactly from the direction we wished to go. One cannot sail directly upwind, so one sails as close as practicable and tacks when one must. Several times I would set a course to bring us past a point, only to be thwarted by changing wind into tacking again. There were several “last tacks” on the way home.

Kelly looked at me near the end of one and asked how I was doing.

“Tired,” I replied. “I’m ready to get out of here!” As I said it I realized I’d never said that before anytime I was sailing. Truth is, in spite of our fun I had a headache all day long and the sun was making me cranky. Still, to paraphrase the saying: a bad day sailing is better than a good day at the office.

We got back to the lakehouse just about the time we hoped we would. We packed up our stuff and soon headed back home. The kids are now bathed and safely in their beds. Kelly and I are at our desks, wondering why they seem to be bobbing up and down. In a few minutes, we’ll crank up our Netflix movie to top off the weekend.

It was a fine start to our sailing season.

Time For A Little Fun On The Water

My friend Brown (what can he do for you?) just dropped off a replacement turnbuckle for our sailboat’s lifeline. That will come in handy this weekend as we hope to get two days of sailing in at Lake Gaston. This will be our first sail of the year and the first in seven months. The weather is shaping up to be perfect, too: sunny with winds around 10 MPH and gusts to 25 MPH on Sunday.

Nothing keeps my head on straight like sailing does. Now if I could only get paid to do it…

All Dressed Up …

Yesterday was the first Monday in a while where I didn’t have someplace to be or go. I chose to mow the lawn in the morning but the whole time I kept feeling like I was playing hooky.

That’s a problem unique to someone like me who has worked from home for so long. When a work-from-home employee loses his job, the recognition of being unemployed isn’t as strong. My home “office” still looks the same and the tug to be working there during business hours is still apparent. I’ve been channeling that pull into the task of finding another job but its a weird feeling nevertheless. I kept fighting the urge to dial into a conference call or something.

Job Search Beginning

Boy, being out of work is hard work! I spent the day going crazy with LinkedIn. I think I connected with practically everyone alive. Already its paying off, though. I’ve had plenty of my friends and former associates offer to help find my next gig.

I also did the requisite resume uploading to various job sites. Next step is to enlist the recruiters to see what they might find.

I’ve been working at this all day now. Its funny, since I don’t really need to since we’re comfortably set for a month or two, but I’m motivated in a way that is unusual for me. I think I’m getting closer to figuring out what I want to do in life and impatient to get started doing it.

I had lunch with my dad today, too, which was fun. This followed lunch yesterday with my brother Jeff and friend Scott. Monday I have lunch with a friend and former coworker – a guy I’ve known for six years. It should be fun, too.

There are folks out there who depend on their job for their social contacts. Those people would be completely lost if they lost their jobs. I’m very fortunate to have so many friends in so many places. Y’all are just too much!

Resume Updated

My resume has been updated, complete with the requisite inflated claims and dubious achievements. Contact me if you’d like a copy in any bloated, proprietary formats.

(I haven’t had time update it with my oil industry position. I’m still waiting for my new friend to deposit the promised check into my bank account.)

Job Post Mortem

I got laid off today. While that’s not the best news in the world, at least I kept one other person from meeting the same fate.

It’s Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Or more specifically, a blow-up version of The Scream (or just Scream for short).

You see, Scream dates from one of my favorite jobs ever, that of Lastfoot. You might remember Lastfoot as being a Linux remote desktop company, before it merged with TreLOS to become Netraverse. Or you may not, which is most likely. Anyway, I worked with a lot of characters at Lastfoot, one of which was responsible for bringing in this four-foot-tall, inflatable rendering of The Scream.

Scream had a habit of appearing in different cubicles or bookshelves. You never knew where he would show up. Scream became representative of the kind of whimsical, wacky, creative environment we worked in. Any place with a Scream had to be cool.

I’ve worked at a handful of companies since that day years ago when Netraverse laid me off. Not one had seemed Scream-worthy until I got to my present (sorry, now former) employer. We had just moved into new office space less than two weeks ago and I almost made Scream my cube mate.

I saved Scream the horror of more layoffs.

As for me, I’ve seen it before, so its no shock to me. A bit comical, in a way. As I said in my last post, I’m becoming a bit of an old pro at these things. I know the drill. I don’t take it personally. That’s business.

I think it helps that was looking for a job earlier this year. I was just looking to do something new. I’d said the same demo script over and over for over four years and needed a break. I got a really generous job offer but ultimately turned it down because I didn’t want to leave my latest employer. I felt that if I left, the whole crew might unravel and that would be the end of things. Instead, I was offered the product manager position, which was exciting and seemed to fit all my skills and experience. I wore that hat for three weeks before today, when the plug was pulled.

I also felt that a job at a company with a 20 year history would be more stable, especially since I seemed to be well-liked and my work respected.

Whoopsie.

I think it also helps that Kelly and I are in a much better position than we were the last time this happened. We’re not expecting a baby now, nor are we closing on a house – with little money to spare. Instead we have a nice cushion of cash to get us by (if need be), and lots of opportunities in a growing job market.

Yet another reason I’m in good shape is this blog. I’ve got quite an audience now that I never had before, with an average of over 350 visits a day. Kind people I’ve never met in person have already sent leads my way. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.

But I do feel bad for many reasons. I feel bad for those friends whom I talked into joining the company – selling them on the belief it was a stable job. I feel I’ve let them down. I also feel bad for the customers to whom I told I was optimistic about the future of this product with my company – that I liked the direction the company was taking it. It was all true, at the time, at least. But now I just feel like an idiot. I can practically hear our old partners – those who were burned by the first company going out of business – laughing and saying “I told you so.”

I’m disappointed the company didn’t have enough faith to allow this product to succeed. I’ve always believed it to be a fantastic product – otherwise I wouldn’t have worked as hard as I did for four years. To the company, though, I felt it was always a distraction from its main business – a business some have said it succeeded in in spite of itself. My product had the red-headed stepchild status of being a software product in a primarily-hardware company. I don’t think it was really understood by those whose fiefdoms had been established long before.

Yet, while I could nitpick about many decisions that were made, and bitch and moan about my current predicament, I have to be thankful for the opportunity I was given to be a part of this team, and to bring life back to this great product, if only for a little while. This company took me to Australia, Holland, and China. I got to do some interesting things.

I got to love my work, and that is a very special thing. I’ve always said I wouldn’t take a job just for the paycheck, and that certainly hasn’t been the case with this one. I loved my job.

So what now? Who knows. It will be tough to top this last job, but I’m still going to try! I’m thinking I’ll pursue opportunities which may lead me back to product management; if not now then in the future. I’ve had a taste of that and I decided I like it.

In life, one door may close but others always open. The world is my oyster! Carpe diem and all that. I don’t know what awaits me, but I know it will be good. With any luck, I’ll grow to love it, too.

Scream and I await our next home.

Job Offers Are Already Pouring In!

Wow. I became unemployed this morning and just look at what I found in my inbox when I returned from lunch!

What luck! I’ve got it made!

Date: Wed, 9 May 2007 09:51:52 -0000 (GMT)
From: “chuma chuks” expressor_internation2006@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: CRUDE OIL FOR SALE
To: undisclosed-recipients:;

Dear Sir,

I am a broker and I deal on crude oil, the bonny light crude. I am looking
for an honest person who will join me in the sale of the product. There is
a large quantity of this product ready for sale on CIF contract.

Your duty will be to get the buyer while I get the seller. We can both be
making up to the sum of US$2M every month for as long as the contract will
last. My calculation is based on the sale of two million barrels each
month and the commission is $1 per barrel for the buyer’s broker and $1
for the seller’s broker.

I will tell you more as soon as I hear from you.

MR.CHUMA CHUKS

Unemployed

Well, my employer closed the doors on my business unit this morning. I’m officially “between gigs.” It’s deja-vu all over again.

More once I get my things collected.

[Update: 11 May]: Welcome folks, from Planet KDE. Thanks, RangerRick for the linkage! See my blog for the latest musings and post-mortems about our layoffs.

Too Much Of A Good Thing

We spent the day visiting the Naylors at their lakehouse. While Kelly socialized and the kids played with their nephew Wes, I spent most of the time getting the sailboat ready for the season. That meant cleaning all the leaves and mildew off the deck and fishing speaker wire into a new place. (If I use fish tape on my sailboat, does that make it a fishing boat?)

Before leaving I mentioned we might be back to sail Sunday. I knew there would be wind today but I didn’t appreciate how much! The NWS showed hurricane gale warnings all along the North Carolina coast. Lake Gaston was expected to get 20 knots of sustained wind, with gusts up to 35MPH! While the adults could’ve had a blast in that kind of wind, I didn’t feel comfortable taking Travis out there, especially when there’s a lifeline that needs repairing.

We’ll have to wait a little longer before setting sail. Arrrr!