These days, I’m managing a team of engineers at a tech company in California, all thanks to a guy from my hometown who drank too much at a party and cheated on his girlfriend.
Let me explain.
In 2007, I was a single, recent high school grad on my way to an uncertain career path. I had a small group of friends I’d known for most of my life. Shortly after starting college, one of those friends introduced me to his new girlfriend, Sarah. He’d known Sarah for most of his life, but they only recently made a connection after Sarah’s boyfriend cheated on her during a drunken night out at a party. While Sarah’s heart was broken, my friend stepped into her life. Shortly after their relationship began, my friend introduced me to Sarah. We three became fast pals.
One day, in passing, Sarah mentioned that I’d be a perfect match for her friend, Ashlee. I knew the name; I’d seen pictures of this Ashlee girl on MySpace (yep, MySpace). She was super pretty. Weeks later at a social gathering, I ran into Ashlee. To my dismay, she was with another guy.
She was just as pretty as her pictures. Recalling Sarah’s match-making recommendation, I introduced myself and pointed out our shared connection. Through this alone, we bonded and soon became close friends. One year later, after her relationship with the other guy fizzled and through a series of unusual events (that’s a story for another day), Ashlee and I were dating.
Fast forward two years later. Ashlee and I headed to a new college. We embraced the college experience as well as two introverts can manage and spent most days together. One day, on our way out of the cafeteria, I stepped through the main doors only to find that Ashlee was no longer walking with me. I turned back to find her scanning a job posting bulletin board. She met my eye and pointed my attention to one of the flyers. It was a job posting for an IT Specialist Internship at a local accounting firm, a perfect fit to go along with my major. A few weeks later, I landed the job. Looking back, that was the day my career began.
Years later, as Ashlee and I were making marriage plans and I was building my experience in the IT Specialist role, she took me out for dinner. She could sense my complacency in my job. She reminded me I could always go somewhere else and pursue a better job. I didn’t have to stay somewhere that wasn’t good for me. In my heart, I knew she was right, and it was this insistence that would push me out of my comfort zone into something better. Months later, I made a career change into something I had a growing interest in, web development. While that IT Specialist job is what started my career, the move into web development is when I found my purpose, and I credit my wife for the motivation to make the switch.
Two years later, the complacency set in once again. I was exhausted. That first web development job was working me far too hard to maintain a happy newlywed life, and she again stepped in to give me the push I needed; this time, it would be an even greater step forward than before.
“Boobie,” as she calls me, “I think it’s important that we move away from home.” It had been an ongoing discussion since the beginning of our marriage a year earlier. I was terrified. Both of our jobs up to that point had planted us firmly close to our childhood home, but we both knew there were greater possibilities out in the world. With our shared goal, we set our sights on a move.
Months later, we hit the road to Memphis, TN. Up to that point, I never imagined I’d leave home. It was never in the plan. I’d go to the schools on my life to-do list, get a boring degree, settled down with a boring life that never challenged me, maybe have some kids, and die. That’s the best I had ever hoped for. Sure, I had dreams to see and experience the world, but I truly don’t believe I would’ve chased them without the continued support of my wife. She’s said the same of me; I think we’ve always been great for each other.
Memphis would turn out well for us; we developed a strong community of friends and found our footing in the world far away from the familiarity of home. With each other, it was easier than we’d expected. But still, something crept back. The call of the outside world was still alluring. Should we answer it?
Answer it we did, in the form of me receiving a job recruitment email to a tech company in California. As we debated pros and cons, it was decided for us by what I can only attribute to divine intervention. A good phone interview turned into a good technical evaluation, which turned into a terrifying flight to California for a round of interviews. From there, an accepted offer turned into a frantic search for a place to live, which culminated in an apartment acquisition that, in retrospect, defied all odds.
With these events laid before us, we made our move to California. It was me who made the final decision to move this time, much to Ashlee’s distress. She had to abandon a good job and put her career prospects in the air, leaving us in a difficult position in examining the trajectory of our lives. It would take months to overcome the outcome of this difficult decision, but as was the common thread through our lives up to that point, new opportunities presented themselves to Ashlee in the form of some amazing calligraphy projects and a few featured spots in a California magazine.
As my career was carrying on at the tech company, my planned path towards a potential Senior Engineer title after a few years soon was up in the air as my manager left the company. Suddenly, my role was being shifted to another department to assist with resourcing needs, and I began to wonder if that Senior title would ever come. Could it be that our California move was just a big mistake that I’d brought us into?
One day, as my fellow engineers and I were discussing our difficulty in finding a new manager, I went home to consult my wife. “What if I applied for the manager role?” I asked her, suddenly afraid of the words.
“Boobie,” she said, “I believe in you.”
That’s all I needed. Weeks later, I went through a round of interviews with my peers, leading to a successful promotion into my current manager role.
I often wonder what that moment of success will represent in 10 years time. Will it be the beginning of a string of failures, of greater success, of terrible tragedy?
All I know is that the story of the jerk at the party who cheated on Sarah, whose introduction led me to meeting my wife Ashlee, whose encouragement led me away from a life of complacency, which gave me the confidence to pursue bigger goals makes a damn crazy string of events if you ask me.
I sometimes wonder what became of that guy at the party. Maybe I should buy him a beer.