I returned from california a different person. It’s interesting what death does to people. The significance we place upon it. the doubts it raises. the demons it surfaces.

The fall semester of 2001 is a blur to me. I really don’t remember much from those three months. I do remember returning to 30 hour weeks and working on . . . something.

The main pre-occupation at the time was searching for a job. Well, not really a job, but a temporary source of income in my post-collegiate days. Somewhere along the line i had gotten it into my head to pursue a graduate degree. I think it was something about not being satisfied with my skill set. Little did i know a graduate degree wouldn’t help me in that department.

Anyway, november arrives, i call up some friends at Intel to test the waters and before i know it, i have another co-op. no interview. no screening. just an offer letter which i gladly accepted. Not a bad deal, actually. better pay, great weather. Sure, i’d have to deal with the stiffling culture, but it would only be temporary. I just had to find an apartment to rent cause there was no way i was going to live at home. Things were pretty set.

It’s interesting how things can change.

December rolls in. I want to say it’s December 17 or 18. We’re still in the tin box. John asks to speak to me. We head downstairs into what used to be the architecture school’s computer lab.
“So, i pissed some people off yesterday,” he says.

nothing new. i wait for something interesting.

“So, i pissed these people off, and now . . . i have an open job req for a full time programmer. I was wondering if you were interested.”

“Yeah, i’d be interested! What’s the timeline?”

“Well . . .,” he starts to make knots with his fingers and scrunches up his face. uh-oh, here comes bad news. “I’d need you to start within a month.”

“oh.”

hmm . . . need to start this job in a month except i’m supposed to be in cali working for intel . . . . hmmmm . . .

I guess the decision wasn’t that hard. I sat on it for a couple days before i called intel to tell them i wasn’t coming. that part didn’t go so well. i guess as a consolation, john took my resume and doctored it to fit the HR reqs for the job req.  now, that i think of it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen the final copy  . . .
Anyway, a quick apartment hunt and one christmas in asia later, I was offically a full time member of the CCIT family.

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