Winds of Change

Some time ago, I took a hard look at my career and how it affects my life. I decided I needed to make some changes and began maneuvering myself toward those goals. Today I’m happy to announce I’m moving on to a new phase in my career.

I’ve accepted a position with Insider Software, where I’ll be working on the next version of the FontAgent Pro client application. I’m excited about this for several reasons.

First and foremost, my most important goal was to work entirely from home. This would eliminate my commute (which gives me back a minimum of two hours a day and a lot of lost energy on Interstate 270). It would also save me hundreds of dollars a month in gasoline, vehicle wear, daily lunch and coffee, and so on.

Second, provided I can deliver – and I know I can – I will not be bothered with scheduled meetings, a strict set of “business hours”, a management chain that does not fully understand every aspect of software development and managing software developers, and all the related productivity-and-morale-killers.

Third, it’s another chance to reinvent a product people already love (as I did for Dr. Roederer’s SPICE application). This I can do using the user experience and architectural knowledge I’ve honed to the point of being able to present on it in great detail. I get to work on a very visual, user-facing application – my core competence and passion.

Fourth, I wanted to become geographically independent so I could soon move closer to family. That’s about a year away if my goals stick.

Of course I’m sad to be leaving the friends I’ve made in BCBB over the last four years and I am still excited about improving SPICE after all this time. Unfortunately telecommuting for contractors is rare at NIAID, which made it necessary to pursue another position. Still, it’s hard not to get a bit emotional over leaving.

Nevertheless I’m excited and happy to join the Insider Software team and start bugging the shit out of them with my incessant whining about user experience.

Oddly, I have a “character” with whom I butted heads regularly in a previous job years ago to thank. We both share the amazing ability to be strong-headed assholes at times. Fortunately, he’s chilled out considerably in his “old age” and I like to think I’ve grown myself. Against all odds, we seem to have developed a mutual respect for one-another as we kept in touch over the years and I even sent him an e-mail containing words I never imagined I’d say: Thanks, Klajd.