January 21, 2013
Letting go

It has been nearly four months since I quit my job.

Last night, I met a former coworker for a couple of beers. I caught up on some of the office news, the state of some big projects that were in mid-stream when I left, stuff like that. No major news on the surface, at least none that he had access to. Nothing really changes.

At one point I was trying to tell him this story. A couple of weeks before I quit, I was in a conference room with my manager and several of my peers. I remember the meeting because I got so angry over something my boss said that I began yelling, pounding the table, rising out of my chair to do so, my face bright red and my whole body shaking with rage. It was the day I knew once and for all that I had to leave, and soon. I didn’t get fired for it, miraculously, but you just can’t stay somewhere if that sort of outburst is even possible.

But here’s the thing: while I was telling him this last night, I couldn’t remember what I was so mad about. No idea. I had a vague recollection that it was about this one other coworker, but I wasn’t even sure about that. I remembered the anger, sure. But I couldn’t remember why.

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September 15, 2012
Contacts

I recently went through my phone and cleared out a bunch of old contacts. It was mostly people from jobs long gone, either coworkers or external people like vendors. Some dated back to grad school. There were a few from my softball playing days, people I’d call if I needed subs. And there were a surprising number who’d passed away.

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May 19, 2012
Ironic

A large part of what we do in options trading is to fit smooth curves to a bunch of seemingly random points. Data comes in and we find a pattern, plot a pretty line, and draw conclusions from it. We can do this very quickly, in a fraction of a second. The most important curve is called a “smile.”

Sometimes, in the course of working, one receives different kinds of data points. Sadly, there, it may take months or years to fit a curve.

Not so smiley, that one.

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April 1, 2012
This is not an April Fool’s joke. I do have the urge to get on a plane, though.

This is not an April Fool’s joke. I do have the urge to get on a plane, though.

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February 10, 2012
work meme!

I manage software engineers at an options trading firm. Most of them are pretty senior engineers who are really good at what they do, so my role is mostly to make sure that they’re pointed in the right direction and then get out of the way. I set the overall technical strategy for my team, and to a large degree, the internal customers who use our products.

I also do all the non-technical bullshit work for them, dealing with budgets, plans, project managers, contracts, senior management, and human resources. More succinctly, I think of my job as “bullshit eater.”

I am good at what I do, the pay/benefits are decent, and I’ve got the team to a place where most nights I don’t take any stress home with me.

On the flip side, it’s not very satisfying, and I have grave concerns about the overall ethics of the industry. (I have no concerns about this place—these are good people.)  

Ultimately, I need to find a way to scratch my technical and creative itches more consistently. There is only so much bullshit a man will eat.

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October 5, 2011
Just a little thing I’m thinking

Along with three partners, I started a business in 2004. From the outside, it looked like a trading firm, but from the inside, it was quite clearly a technology firm. We purpose-built a massive software system to realize our trading strategies. Our commitment to technology would be reflected in our employee rolls: on the day we sold the firm in 2009, we had two traders and seven technologists. This is common practice in this sector…what we do is so specialized and difficult that there really is no off-the-shelf product that works. Everyone builds.

The timing couldn’t have been worse when the markets fell apart in late 2008. We weren’t generating enough revenue to support our costs yet, and just as we were about to go out and try to raise more capital from our investors, they were watching their own personal fortunes crash. No one was in the mood to dump more cash into our fledgling, uncertain business as it was then structured. Our only choice was to sell the firm: the people, the assets, and especially the software. We did, and things worked out OK.

Recent events have given me reason to reflect on the business model and software system we built, still in use today. Steve Jobs’ passing adds a new dimension to my analysis / navelgazing.

What did we do right, especially from an Apple-ish point of view? Well, certainly, we focused on design. Elegance mattered. Doing it right mattered. It wasn’t a question of applying the Broken Windows Theory to our system flaws; it was about making those windows out of quartz in the first place. It was tight. Were there problems? Obviously. All systems have them. But I felt good (and still do) about the modularity of that design. As we identified weak spots, we could replace them on top of an infrastructure that made it possible without taking a backhoe to entire swaths of the codebase.

We also built a damn good team. Hiring well is the most important thing any business can do, and it’s that much more critical in a small business. We had a couple of misses, yes, but we also had a couple of rock stars. We all made each other better…no one wanted to be the derp fixing bugs in production. Great advice I once got from a manager of mine was to never be afraid to hire someone smarter than me.

We had a vision, technology-wise, and we followed it. We took our time and invested in the foundation. We sweat the details. We were all pulling the same way.

Now, don’t get me wrong; I would never dare to compare myself to Jobs in any way. I’m not sure we’re both Homo sapiens, and in terms of business sense, design ethic, marketing, and all the rest, the gap between him and me is measured in parsecs. Just saying: we did a few things Apple-ish, and these things I’m still proud of today. They are still working in production. Other systems I deal with aren’t close to that level of elegance or operational smoothness or extensibility.

But the business failed. So it couldn’t have been that awesome after all, right? I mean, some of it was due to market conditions, but ultimately the responsibility is mine. So, what I am wondering tonight is: what if we’d been more Apple-ish? In terms of our technical vision and our business plan and our relationships with investors? What if we’d been more committed and single-minded and confident? What if we believed harder in what we were doing and fought harder for the outcome we desired?

Where would I be driving to work tomorrow morning if I’d been just a tiny fraction more like Steve?

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September 12, 2011
You know that whole “The Buck Stops Here” thing?
Fuck off, Buck.

You know that whole “The Buck Stops Here” thing?

Fuck off, Buck.

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June 28, 2011
We had a cool logo, too.

We had a cool logo, too.

June 28, 2011
You can barely make it out at the top of that tape measure because the Sharpie has worn mostly away. It said “BASE 2.” You can see the remnants of the B, and the A, and the top two tines of the E if you squint.
Base-2 Capital was the company I founded along with my partners in 2004. That tape measure and a bunch of other cool stuff sat in the computer room of our Evanston office. When we sold the firm, all of the assets were acquired by the buyer, my current employer. Some stuff was sold, some made its way downtown to their office, some small things that they didn’t care about like this tape measure went home with us.
This Friday is the two year anniversary of the deal closing.

You can barely make it out at the top of that tape measure because the Sharpie has worn mostly away. It said “BASE 2.” You can see the remnants of the B, and the A, and the top two tines of the E if you squint.

Base-2 Capital was the company I founded along with my partners in 2004. That tape measure and a bunch of other cool stuff sat in the computer room of our Evanston office. When we sold the firm, all of the assets were acquired by the buyer, my current employer. Some stuff was sold, some made its way downtown to their office, some small things that they didn’t care about like this tape measure went home with us.

This Friday is the two year anniversary of the deal closing.

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June 8, 2011
This is the real life, someone keen reminds me from time to time.
Not the bullshit from Them. No. Whether it comes in a continuous, fine mist that slowly and eventually coats everything, or in Texas-sized meteorites that land with a hot, brown flash and obliterate in a microsecond, either way—and it’s definitely coming, either way—that’s not it.
That’s not real life. That’s transient, impermanent, stupid. It won’t be remembered by any party an hour after I leave it for the last time.
This. This is the real life. Reminders are everywhere if I need them. Tonight I need them and I have them.
OK.

This is the real life, someone keen reminds me from time to time.

Not the bullshit from Them. No. Whether it comes in a continuous, fine mist that slowly and eventually coats everything, or in Texas-sized meteorites that land with a hot, brown flash and obliterate in a microsecond, either way—and it’s definitely coming, either way—that’s not it.

That’s not real life. That’s transient, impermanent, stupid. It won’t be remembered by any party an hour after I leave it for the last time.

This. This is the real life. Reminders are everywhere if I need them. Tonight I need them and I have them.

OK.