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I almost don't believe it...
Sep. 22nd, 2004 09:25 pmI have a job.
And as is so often the case, it ain't what you know, it's who you know— or in this instance, who knows you. Props to my shieldbrother,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
technoshaman, who got my resume in front of the right person— and even though I'm not going to do the job for which I interviewed, nor work for the manager who requested me, I'm starting Monday at PogoLinux, a Redmond-based purveyor of Linux-based workstations and servers.
I'm no Linux geek; I've had a single course in Linux installation and administration, as an adjunct to my late lamented Network Administration curriculum. But I'll be the team leader for software build and installation (affectionately known as "The Rack", and keep your comments to yourselves), and ensuring that everything works to spec before the serial number goes on the box. I'll eventually have two cow-orkers, orking under my direction. In addition to becoming a Linux build wizard, I'll be learning Kixstart (the tool used to automate routine software builds) and mentoring my team in the myriad non-technical disciplines that need to be in place.
I'll also be commuting 3 hours each way, by ferry and bus. At least it won't be particularly stressful; I can read the paper, work with my laptop, or even doze off— once I've learned where to transfer between bus routes!
I'm excited. Nervous, too; it's been over three years since I've last had a full-time job, and I'm more than a little apprehensive about whether I still have what it takes to meet management's expectations (and my own, which tend to be far more stringent). Butriverheart says she's confident in me, and that's a much-needed boost.
So.
No more Labor Ready, no more mindless minimum-wage manual labor and that only when they sent me out, no more grubbing from day to day wondering whether there'll be enough in the bank to buy a few gallons of gas or a carton of milk or the ferry and bus tickets to get to another fruitless interview. No more having to decide which bills to ignore this month. Maybe even being able to have the occasional luxury, like going to a movie or buying a book.
I'm working again.
And to everyone who's kept me close to their hearts and minds, who's been sending energy and much-needed support, thank you from the center of my being.
And as is so often the case, it ain't what you know, it's who you know— or in this instance, who knows you. Props to my shieldbrother,
technoshaman, who got my resume in front of the right person— and even though I'm not going to do the job for which I interviewed, nor work for the manager who requested me, I'm starting Monday at PogoLinux, a Redmond-based purveyor of Linux-based workstations and servers.I'm no Linux geek; I've had a single course in Linux installation and administration, as an adjunct to my late lamented Network Administration curriculum. But I'll be the team leader for software build and installation (affectionately known as "The Rack", and keep your comments to yourselves), and ensuring that everything works to spec before the serial number goes on the box. I'll eventually have two cow-orkers, orking under my direction. In addition to becoming a Linux build wizard, I'll be learning Kixstart (the tool used to automate routine software builds) and mentoring my team in the myriad non-technical disciplines that need to be in place.
I'll also be commuting 3 hours each way, by ferry and bus. At least it won't be particularly stressful; I can read the paper, work with my laptop, or even doze off— once I've learned where to transfer between bus routes!
I'm excited. Nervous, too; it's been over three years since I've last had a full-time job, and I'm more than a little apprehensive about whether I still have what it takes to meet management's expectations (and my own, which tend to be far more stringent). But
riverheart says she's confident in me, and that's a much-needed boost.So.
No more Labor Ready, no more mindless minimum-wage manual labor and that only when they sent me out, no more grubbing from day to day wondering whether there'll be enough in the bank to buy a few gallons of gas or a carton of milk or the ferry and bus tickets to get to another fruitless interview. No more having to decide which bills to ignore this month. Maybe even being able to have the occasional luxury, like going to a movie or buying a book.
I'm working again.
And to everyone who's kept me close to their hearts and minds, who's been sending energy and much-needed support, thank you from the center of my being.
