A Bit Out Of Context

The story in today’s paper quoted me as saying “I would have been more concerned if this had happened two years ago” The story implies my optimism was based on the current job market. While that certainly plays a role in my optimism, the quote was taken from my description of how my personal priorities have changed.

Think back two years ago. Back then, I didn’t know what it meant to be a father. The incredible love she’s brought into this world has shown me just how unimportant a job is compared to family. I can lose a job and its no big deal. I could never lose a family.

So, yeah. I still need to put food on the table, and I will eventually do that. But I’ll always be Daddy, no matter what.

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Time For Some Clash

I’m jonesing for The Clash’s version of “I Fought The Law,” but I don’t have it anywhere. Dang…

Are You Southern? Take The Test!

My yankee friend Matt Feath sent this to me. It’s Dick Trickle’s True Test Of Your Southernness. Matt scored 40 out of 71, which (oddly enough) puts him below the Mason-Dixon line. Sadly, I didn’t fare much better, with a measly 48 out of 71. My lack of NASCAR knowledge done come back to bite me.

Y’all try the quiz and post your results here.

N&O: Pink-Slip Party Finds Relief In Timing

The News and Observer ran the Oculan jobless story in today’s paper. Article is in the Work section, lower front page, called Pink -Slip Party Finds Relief In Timing. It also has pictures.

I got quoted, though my “finding work in one week” seems pretty stupid in print. Amazing what beer can add to an interview! The reporter, Vicki Parker, did call me up yesterday to see if I had actually performed this amazing feat. I ‘fessed up that, no, I had not.

Overall, though, the article is a positive thing. Folks sound pretty positive, and that can only help in finding work. Parker kept the door open for a follow-up article in a couple of months. Let’s hope she’s got more good news to report.

Memorial Day

This was forwarded from a vet list I’m on, originally appearing on swiftboats.org and written by a Vietnam Vet.

Take a moment today to thank a veteran.

The thought of a mother answering her door to find a somber looking young military officer saying “I’m sorry,” and the wail of excruciating anguish that follows crosses my mind. Memories of battles echo in my head. A chopper with no lift capability hovers above my Swift Boat trying to rescue the wounded. Blood sloshes from wall to wall as the boat rolls in the choppy waters. A child with a bullet wound in her stomach lies in my arms. She smiles and touches my face with her hand. A pleading grandfather in a tiny fishing boat begs for us to save her. One hour later, a corpsmen on a nearby destroyer hands her body back to me wrapped in a sheet, the grandfather cries as I hand the toddler over the side to him. I can dimly see the fog shrouded masses of our lost sons and daughters proudly standing erect. I look at “Old Glory’ waving in the crisp morning air. My heart pounds with pride and grief. Tears stream down my wind blown face as I remember my shipmates that are no longer with us. Our flag is the embodiment of their souls and our freedom is the recipient of their sacrifices. Yes, I remember. How could I forget?

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Left and Right Socks

Why don’t socks come in “left” and “right?” Why are socks ambidextrous? It’s not like your feet are identical: you have left and right shoes. So why not socks?

Seems to me if socks were made to fit a particular foot, they would last a lot longer than they do. All that stretching to accomodate feet causes holes and wears them out.

Why don’t sock manufacturers do this? Who knows? Might be that the powerful Sock Lobby is happy with socks that quickly wear out. Keeps you buying more, you know? Still, if they would manufacture left and right socks, they could mark them up, so their profits could be higher.

It’s time for a change of socks. Support the Open Socks Foundation and insist on only free socks. And particularly, left and right ones, too.

Pitching A Company

The last post really sums up the description of the week I’ve had. Thankfully, it doesn’t happen that often but whenever I’m between jobs, my days fill up with a dizzying number of tasks. I’ve been flat-out exhausted many nights this week. Guess I just can’t sit still.

Speaking of not sitting still, I’ve been refusing to let go of Oculan. Vicki Parker of the N&O has called me nearly every other day, fact-checking the story she’s writing about the Oculan crew for the Sunday paper. It was right after the first story ran of Oculan’s closing that she mentioned getting an urgent voicemail from the head of a local company interested in contacting Oculan’s CEO. On a hunch I asked her who it was. When she told me, I suggested some people that the man could contact. Then I thanked her and hung up the phone.

Well, I thought, she’s a busy reporter, probably juggling multiple stories and facing deadlines and the like. Why not just call the guy myself?

So that’s what I did. I looked up the company number and asked for the CEO. In a few moments, he was on the line. I began thinking, what the hell am I getting into?

“Excuse me,” I began. “I used to work for Oculan and heard you were trying to get in touch with someone there. Maybe I can help you?”

Rather than hang up on me, he listened to what I had to say. I gave him the office number of Oculan’s CEO and talked up the company as best as I could on the phone.

“I’m really glad you called,” he said. I began to breathe a little easier. He then gave me his office and cellphone numbers. “What is it that you did there again?”

“I was a sales engineer,” I said. “My job was to give demos. If you’d like, I can show you what the product does.”

“That sounds good,” he answered. “How about 9 tomorrow morning?”

Wow, this guy works fast, I thought. I was about to agree when I remembered the home inspection I had scheduled for 8. I offered ten and he agreed.

It then occured to me that our demo site might not be around. “Wait a second,” I said. “Let me make sure I can deliver what I promise.” Sure enough, the site was down. I’d have to improvise yet again. “At the very least, I can show you a PowerPoint demostration,” I told him. It wasn’t ideal, but I knew I could at least do that.

“Okay,” he answered. “We’ll see you here at ten, whether for a PowerPoint or demo.” With that, we each hung up.

I was nervous as hell. I’ve done product demos, but not entire company demos. Then again, I thought, what did I have to lose?

Not long afterward, he called me back. His technical people couldn’t make ten o’clock, so four o’clock would have to do. That at least gave me time to round up some resources.

I cringed at the thought of simply a PowerPoint. The Purple Box doesn’t sing when viewed through PowerPoint: a demo would be the only thing to do it. I remembered my buddy Greg mentioning he took home an Oculan 250, perfect for a demo.

“Hi Greg,” I said in a way that telegraphs some outrageous request will follow. “Can you bring that box and an Oculan shirt and meet me at 4 PM?”

“What are you up to, Mark?” he asked with rightful suspicion. I filled him in and we agreed to meet near the demo site at 3:30.

Once we met up, I figured the CEO would be bored watching us configure the box from scratch. We went to the conference room a bit earlier than our appointment so we could hit the ground running when he got there. A few techies wandered in to help us with the projector and other essentials.

Greg had reset the management settings on the box, which should have given us a clean slate except for the license. Unfortunately, the license wasn’t being recognized. For a few nerve-wracking moments, it looked as if we’d have to skip the demo and stick with the slides. Fortunately, Greg worked some magic just by rebooting the box. It was showtime.

There were probably 7 to 8 people in the audience as I launched in the description of the box. Things soon steered off the path as Greg and I got peppered with questions about the technology, product line, and business relationships we’d forged with our partners. I could feel my voice cracking as I answered some of these. Greg was cool as usual. I think it helped that he knew one of the participants from a former job. Or maybe he’s just cool that way, I don’t know.

At one point, Greg jokingly brought up my financial bind, with a new house under contract and a baby on the way. I sighed and admitted that the timing couldn’t be worse for me. Hearing that, the CEO laughed and said “well, you wouldn’t know it listening to you.” I mentally gave myself a pat on the back for keeping my optimism.

Before we knew it, it was three and a half hours later and folks were bowing out to head home. We thanked them for their time and, from the looks of it, we had impressed them with our presentation. We left as the CEO was quizzing the others on their thoughts.

I suggested to Greg that we grab a beer at a nearby bar and compare notes on the meeting. We decided we’d done a pretty good job with what we had done, though neither one of us was in a position to negotiate anything or close the deal. That seemed like the only part of a sales call that was missing, albeit a huge part.

No one had asked me to this stuff; to set up a demo and run with it. No one had to, really. Strange as it may seem, I thought it was somehow easier to revive my old job than to find a new one. I believe that the staff and the product are too valuable to let go. Everyone who sees the product would agree. It rules!

The two CEOs met the next morning. Later, I heard feedback that the demo was much appreciated. I don’t know what will come of it, if anything. That’s not my decision to make. But I gave it my best shot.

Even if nothing comes of it, I know that I will never be the same. I saw an opportunity, seized it, and pushed myself farther than I ever have before. I stepped into a new role and I liked how it fit.

My future looks very bright, indeed.

Who Knew?

Who knew you could be so busy when you don’t have a job?

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Holiday Plans: Get A Job

In light of my dental insurance ending this week, I went to the dentist this morning for a cleaning. The question I kept getting asked was “do you have any big plans for the holiday?”

Holiday? Oh, yeah.

It’s Memorial Day weekend. But I’m already on holiday, now that I’m in between jobs (it’s always “in-between jobs” and not “out of work.”). When you don’t have a job to drive to, one day seems like another.

Then I also remembered what day it is. One year ago today was my first day at Oculan.

During Doc Searls‘s radio days, the euphemism for being unemployed was being “on the beach.” Kinda appropriate for Memorial Day, huh.

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