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March 30, 2006


My Last Day at Work

07:25 AM

I’ve been a busy guy lately, going on trips left and right, and even have one final trip to Pat’s housewarming party in Virginia before I have a few weeks to stay local and unwind. In all the running around, one very important date sneaked up on me: my final day at Ecount.

We went out for sushi one final time as coworkers yesterday (Minado, a buffet-style restaurant in Norristown which I highly recommend) and it finally struck me that another chapter of my life is coming to a close. Another set of people that I’ve known for well over a year I won’t be seeing anymore, another work environment that will grow without me. I’ve been a little nostalgic for every one of my past jobs no matter how distasteful and this one was has been the best yet, so it’s harder than usual. Carrie mentioned at lunch how she could tell that Michael was bummed when I broke the news a month ago that I was moving on, but that he understood it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

The things I’ll miss most are working with Michael, April, and almost everyone else actually. There’s a small group of people — I’ll call them “Sales” — who I think often forget that other departments in an organization could be considered clients as well and not slaves, but when they’re not making unrealistic requests they’re not a bad group of people either. The decent-to-jerk ratio is definitely better here than any other place at which I’ve worked. I’ll also miss my minor role as document coordinator of sorts for the Project Managers’ kit of PDFs, and I’m still aware that I’m leaving Michael in a bind for two weeks until my newly-hired replacement starts on April 17. I’ve offered to work nights and weekends if it becomes necessary but at my full freelance rate — I’m not going to sacrifice my free time for nothing.

There are also quite a few things I won’t be missing: the misconceived importance of custom sales materials, rushing to finish sales demos only to have them sit on the server for a week before anyone takes a look at them, or simply having to use the HTML hex characters to spell out my company’s name because someone might stumble upon its name here. I suppose it all comes down to me doing what I enjoy, namely problem-solving using XHTML and CSS. An added bonus is that it’ll be in an environment with enough exposure to Flash, programming, and database interaction to keep me on my toes.

So, my ducks are all in a row as I’ve done everything short of actually updating my resume (a step I could thankfully skip for a change). I uploaded all the card designs and a few other things I’ve done over the past year, transferred my personal email to my home computer, and cleared most of the non-work-related files off my computer. Today I submit my final time sheet, toss my toys in a box, and my time as an independent contractor gives way to that of a full-time employee for Newgrounds.

Skiing in Vermont

12:23 AM

I wish I had the time to write at length about my recent travels I’ve taken, but a simple photo gallery of the shorter trip will have to do for now. It was the cruise that helped me rediscover my fondness for photography and I’m glad to see that it wasn’t just the sun and ocean views that inspired me — even bundled up against the cold on a ski lift or mountain top I could barely fight the urge to reach for my camera every few minutes. I still have over 650 photos from the cruise to sort through but Ali kindly requested a peek at those I took this past weekend, and since it a considerably shorter time investment I went ahead and reshuffled my queue. The resulting album represents slightly less than half of the photos I have from the trip and I’m pretty proud of most of them. I had some fun retouching quite a few, most notably the shot of Jay and Ali behind the car.


March 27, 2006


Rushing to Relax

09:12 AM

I’ve finally returned from back-to-back vacations. My shins are a little sore from skiing this weekend and the thought of sorting through over 800 photos makes my head spin, and while I’m not exactly exhausted it’ll feel nice to have a week of hanging around home doing normal things again. At least until I head down to Virginia for Pat’s housewarming party.

Also, if it weren’t for our Caribbean vacation together I’d feel a little guilty about spending so many weekends away from Dia. First skiing over the actual date of our anniversary, next Virginia, and then my high school reunion in mid-April. We thought spending so much time together during vacation would have made us ready to spend some apart, but it only made us miss each other a little more.


March 16, 2006


One Relatively Blissful Year

04:22 AM

Dia and I set sail on our Caribbean Cruise tomorrow in celebration of one year of marriage. Our ports of call include Key West, Fl. and Cozumel, Mexico and since it’s only a four night cruise we’re staying two extra nights in Miami. The cruise is so short because March 25 — the actual date of our anniversary — is a school day for Dia. It worked out better this way because it frees me up to go skiing in Vermont next weekend.

We don’t have any real plans for Miami yet even though I’ve been throwing around ideas like lunch at Benihana or even getting another tattoo. Neither of us have been to this city before, but as long as we’re together just getting out on the town will be fun.

I really should be getting to bed since our flight is at 9:55 a.m. Speaking of which, here’s a rare link to something that comes to mind whenever I think about airlines in general: Fourth Amendment Shipping Tape. Once wrapped around luggage, the jerks who handle it will literally be violating the Fourth Amendment to conduct their unneccesary searches.

A Tale of Four Eyes

03:34 AM

In the interest of checking off my list of healthy body parts one-by-one I had one final stop: the optometrist. It was the same old routine as far as my vision goes, the standard amount of decline in prescription, picking out new frames and options for the lenses (no anti-reflective coating for me, please, I want to be able to see behind me…). Only this time, I had a special request. I needed one pair of contact lenses for the snuba diving excursion we have lined up for our cruise’s Key West stop.

My ordeal

I should have known that such a small request would be trouble. It wasn’t because I was cutting it close with an appointment less than a week before departure — it was an insurance thing. I can understand that our vision plan covers either glasses or contacts. I was ready to pay the out-of-pocket expense since the damn things are disposable nowadays, how much could they be? Apparently, the examination, fitting fee and lenses (which would have had to be ordered from a lab anyway) would run me well over $100. I told her that I only needed one pair and that my previous doctor had prescribed contacts as recently as two years ago, hoping that she could just match my new prescription to my eyeball measurements and put a rush on it or something. She even said a large part of the fitting fee was a training session about how to put the lenses in and take them out, something I didn’t even need to go over again. But despite appearing sypathetic and pretending to care enough to check with the other doctor, she “couldn’t send me out into the world without being 100 percent sure I could see.” I understand her ethical obligation, but if she genuinely cared she could have lowered the fee and done the fitting right then and there.

So, I decided to call good old Dr. Rudolph in Levittown, since it was he who gave me the temporary lenses years ago so I wouldn’t be doomed to presecription sunglasses for July 4th weekend. Not only was he nice enough to squeeze me in for a fitting and training session (which, it turns out, I needed badly) later that night, but extended a $30 courtesy discount as well. I walked out of their office by 9:30 p.m. Monday with 10 pairs of disposable contacts, bottles of eye drops and cleaning solution, and a case for $35.

It ended up a lot better than Dia’s ordeal

Dia didn’t fare so well. She had never tried contact lenses before, and after today’s ordeal I doubt she will again.

All week she was discouraged by most of the area doctors’ negativity. They all claimed it would take a few weeks to schedule an appointment and even longer to order the new prescription. I urged her to keep looking around and finally the nearby Pearle Eyelab Express was able to both fit her in for an appointment and promise her contacts that same day. Things were looking up.

Just as Michael and I were returning to work with our lunch and coffee (today was free tall coffee day at Starbucks, from 10 a.m. - 12 p.m.) my phone rang. It listed Dia’s phone number as the incoming call but I was instantly concerned when someone else’s voice came on the line asking if I was Dia’s husband.

Apparently, when the optometrist put the lenses in Dia’s eye she was fine, even a little excited to be able to see the chart and thinking how she could barely tell the contacts were in. Within a minute, however, she started to hear music and seconds later she blacked out. When she awoke the doctor and nurse were standing over her explaining that she had had an allergic reaction; the last time they had seen anyone react so badly was over 15 years prior.

So Michael dropped me off so I could drive Dia home. She wasn’t feeling any better 15 minutes after the ordeal and wouldn’t until about an hour later, after a nap and a small amount of food. Definitely not a pleasant experience especially right before our cruise; we’re just lucky it wasn’t more serious.

Moral of the story: contact lenses aren’t worth the trouble for us.


March 12, 2006


The Wheels on the Bike

11:27 PM

I took my first Spinning class last week, Thursday I think it was, and it was more fun than I imagined. I had forgotten my headphones so decided to read on the bike instead, when I saw that the class just happened to be starting.

It’s definitely not as great as being on an actual hill; it’s nowhere near as much fun, it’s not as challenging physically or mentally, and there’s still something inherently wrong with a dozen people on stationary bikes being crammed into a small, mirrored room with poor circulation instead of riding oustide with the dirt and wind and rocks. Strictly as a half-hour workout, however, it really can’t be beat. The time flies with a trainer calling the workout, and it was more physically exerting than anything I could put together for myself on the treadmill or elliptical maching, so I think I’ll be attending more of these sessions each week.

As for biking outside, our first big ride of the season was cancelled today on account of the weather. It was a huge let-down. All last season biking brought out mixed emotions in me since I was in pretty bad shape: I enjoyed it once we were on the trails but beforehand it always felt like I was preparing for a workout, and more often than not I either called it quits early — heading back to the car myself — or was secretly thankful when everyone else was as exhausted as I was.

This morning was different, I was heartbroken. Besides being excruciatingly gorgeous outside leading up to this weekend, we had a pretty good group lined up: Michael, Egan, Tim, Dia, Jason, and even Boyle, who brought his bike up with him for the weekend. I’m convinced we could have even talked JT and Luke to joining us too. It’s fun to go big every once in a while, with riders of varying skill levels spread out along each leg of the trail and regrouping every so often to recount near spills or surprising bursts of energy and skill.

It’ll be a few weeks before I’ll have a chance to make it to the Wissahickon now with a cruise, ski weekend, and trip to Virginia lined up. I suppose I’ll have to stick to spinning until my weekends free up or the days start getting long enough, whichever comes first.

Waiting Around: Barcade

08:44 PM

Barcade


March 08, 2006


Onward and Upward

11:24 PM

I wasn’t looking for a new job, it just happened. But now that it has I’m walking on air.

The winding path began not with my formal education but with The Triangle. Using BBEdit to pull AP news stories because I wanted to do “anything that doesn’t involve writing” and eventually working with QuarkXPress daily led me away from engineering and into Drexel’s digital media program. With my eventual degree and the skills gleaned from my main extracurricular activity I was able to hack it as a pre-press technician for a while. Luckily, I jumped ship before my life got away from me and I moved to using Photoshop and Illustrator all day and CSS all night. The extracurricular activities proved life-altering once more: I was happily designing debit cards, website mock-ups, and other presentation materials for my Conshohocken company’s sales team when I received the offer to move on yet again. I’ve come full circle and find myself in a situation similar to one I was in six years ago.

It was at The Triangle that I made a slew of new friends and met my wife, where I spent every waking minute thinking of precious little other than the next week’s issue. Working for a newspaper took a lot of effort, but it was a labor of love and never once seemed like it wasn’t worthwhile. I get the vibe that my new job will be a lot like that. In less than a month I’ll be working in a relaxed atmosphere, among friends, doing something I love. The company? Newgrounds.com.

I’m finally excited about going into work for the right reasons. I’ve always enjoyed being at work, just not neccessarily for the actual job function. It’s always been the conversation, the lunches, the overall camaraderie that kept my interest. This time it’s different. Coding pages are what I choose to do with my free time after already staring at a computer monitor for eight hours. I had previously worked out some proofs of concept for Tom — for no other reason than they were simply fun to do. I can think of nothing I’d rather be doing every day.

I’m also happy about the path I took to get here. Sure, I’m friends with the guy who started the site, but I’ve steadily grown my skill set since college and feel like I’m not being offered the position for any reason other than I’m capable of doing the job. Even if that was the case, it’s nothing I’d be ashamed of anyway. I’m genuinely friendly to everyone I meet and work hard at cultivating these relationships; I have no problem reaping the benefits.

Despite the opportunity to work on an extremely popular website every day, I was hesitant at first. After all, I had no complaints about my current employment. It was steady work in a laid back atmosphere with people I had come to know as my friends. Tuesday night I wrestled with whether I wanted to venture into the unknown and sought advice from a few people about the pros and cons of switching jobs. By Wednesday I was intrigued by the prospect about doing something I have a knack for and genuinely enjoy doing, and come Thursday I had worked myself into a frenzy over the idea.

The greatest challenge came Friday when the time had come to break the news to Michael, one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do professionally. More than just a boss, he’s been a friend and a mentor. Over the past year and a half we spent countless hours talking and joking — even attending a few parties on occasion — but most of all, he helped me convert my passing familiarity with coding webpages into a bona fide skill. Much of my job dealt with editing css files, but it was his advice on my personal projects and steering me towards the proper methodology that did the trick. It took me most of last week to realize that our friendship wouldn’t be affected if I moved on; rather it’s because we’re friends that he understood why it was something I have to do. Still, it wasn’t any less gut-wrenching for me, and he was visibly disappointed when I broke the news. In less than a month I’ll only see him once or twice a week when we go biking or grab lunch, and the realization makes my career move bittersweet.

As to my new position, it’s a slight increase in salary but, more importantly, leagues beyond anything I’ve ever done before. I don’t know exactly what I’ll be doing, but judging from the examples I’ve done already for Tom and the fact that they’re currently in the middle of a redesign I’m fairly confident I’ll be started on the site’s main page. With the current page converted into XHTML and the styles separated out the site will load much faster. After than that I’ll be the simple HTML jockey and do whatever’s asked of me, though there’s been talk of publishing a magazine down the line.

It’s only natural to be nervous about starting a new job, but for some reason I’m brimming with confidence. In general, when I think about designing web pages I get a tiny knot in the pit of my stomach. Where am I going to come up with the design? What if it doesn’t look how I envisioned it? I sometimes have trouble finding that spark of inspiration, and once I do it’s often a tedious, embarassingly long process to bring the concept to fruition. In my new position I’m off the hook. Tom already has artists who love to draw, illustrate, create. I’ll be able to focus on bridging the gap between pure design and functional website (or so I imagine), which is something I have no bones about doing.

That’s not to say I’ll allow myself to get lazy. I’ll still find the time to work on my own design projects and grow my portfolio. Before this whole thing landed on my lap I was considering taking an art course and I may still do that, only now it’s art-as-fun instead of art-as-career-necessity. Hopefully, I’ll still have the occasional freelance gig to keep me sharp, too.

Change is almost always a good thing whether we realize it or not. Fortunately, this is one of those rare times where it actually feels like a good thing as it’s happening.


March 06, 2006


Confidential to Jamie

10:48 AM

Mark.
Mark and Jamie.
Marky Mark.
Jami Emark.
Jamie.
On your mark, get set, Jamie!


March 05, 2006


Winner

11:34 PM

It wasn’t even close, this contest of ours. After one last dehydrating morning workout in sweats, while still maintaining my 12-hour fast, I weighed in at a svelt 210.5 pounds. At a starting weight of 250 pounds it represented a 15.8 percent loss over the course of two months and blew away the competition. Scott came closest with a loss in the neighborhood of 4 to 5 percent, and everyone else merely broke even or — in once case — actually put on a few pounds instead.

With the winning $100 in hand I first paid Scott my belated entry fee into last season’s football pool then took him to lunch. The rest of the money bought me a tank of gas, a long overdue car wash, and two meals at the Borgata Buffet. The celebration cost me much more once the hotel bill and gambling losses get figured in, but I’m happy as a clam.

As far as staying the course goes, I’m back on track and without even thinking about it: nothing to eat after 7 p.m., desserts only in moderation, and five to six small meals spread throughout the day. Though I’m not going to be as strict with the crazy diet anymore and focus instead on the workouts. In fact, I’m so confident in my continued success that I volunteered to go double or nothing with those in the contest — or anyone for that matter — who care to give it another shot.

A good reference point for six months from now would be my checkup stats. Last week my blood pressure was 106/60 (down from 128/74 over the summer) and I had a cholesterol count of 154. Also, while I’m at it, if there are any changes to my non-diabetic or HIV negative status, I’ll keep everyone posted. All that remains now is to get new eyeglasses and I’m set for the year, health-wise.


March 03, 2006


I Haven’t Forgotten

03:16 AM

I’ve been lazy about “fixing” the site for Internet Explorer (fixing as in neutering my beautiful style sheets, not correcting a wrong), but I do think that everyone should be able to see like the rest of us do. Sometime soon I’ll put an hour or so into it though it shouldn’t take nearly that long.

This month will probably be the last chance I have to work on my site (for reasons I’ll expound upon later), and though I don’t want to ease up on the workouts too much I really should use most of my time after work to put the bulk of my site to bed. I figure on spending a week on the About page, and a few days revisiting the photo section design could go a long way towards accessibility. Until I can look into other ways of the albums, I can at least ensure the page loads on 800x600 resolution screens and give it a bluer, bolder look.

Extremely Thirsty

01:00 AM

I called up to one of the other guys involved in the contest this afternoon and we are go for weigh in: 11:30 a.m. in Cranbury, N.J. We each did our best to read each other’s progress over the phone. I don’t know if he was being honest about the slight weight loss on his end, but I certainly wasn’t. My exact words were, “I’m not shaving my head or fasting for 24 hours beforehand.” It wasn’t untrue since I won’t be bald and technically I ate a little today, but I did head to the gym right after work. I rode for an hour on the bike with my book, followed by a half hour run and an equal amount of walking. All this with hardly anything to eat or drink all day: a small sushi lunch and a power bar snack before my workout, and absolutely no water since noon. So here I sit, wondering if all this last-minute dehydration will do anything other than cause me suffering. Two years ago I went through the same routine and blew the competition out of the water. Since it’s a percentage game this time around all bets are off, and I’m a lot less confident.

Still, I plan to stay the course. It’s hard to sleep so I’m working my way through the last episodes of the fourth season of The Sopranos, but hopefully I’ll conk out soon and get enough sleep to have enough energy to go to the gym and sauna tomorrow on my way through Langhorne.

Once we weigh in and I collect my winnings the plan is to rehydrate and grab a small bite to eat with my old coworkers. After that, it’s a day of whiling my time away until the Atlantic City feast. I reserved a hotel room so we can don’t have to worry about rushing right home. Hopefully the overnight stay won’t drain my wallet, only fill my gut.

Waiting Around: Home Sweet Home

12:54 AM

Home Sweet Home