When I was a kid, I wanted to be one of four things: An astronaut, a scientist, a musician, a magician. I could never make my mind up, so I’d dabble in all four areas, because why not? However, I also had this curious mind that wondered how did electronics work? I took apart remote controls, radios, my keyboard because I had to know where the sound came from when I’d hit a C chord. When one of my uncles gifted my family our first computer, it was a game changer. It was an old Macintosh LC with a dot-matrix printer. Observe:
I couldn’t tell you the specific specs of the machine we had. I remember it having a paint program called Kid Pix and a document processing program, which my dad ended up writing his first poetry book on and designed his own T-shirts in which he sold. Needless to say, this machine grabbed and held the attention of my father and I. We were seriously hooked. We eventually moved on from the Apple to a HP Pavilion that ran a nice Windows 95. I eventually found myself building websites using Angelfire and was amazed by GIFs.
Fast forward many years. I graduated high school with no real college plans. I was a burger-flipping trumpet player that graduated from a performing arts high school, and while most were making plans to go to U of L or out of state to pursue their dreams, I felt pretty stuck and mostly lost. At that time, I loved music but I didn’t want to burn it to the ground and make it into a job. The question was: What could I find myself doing that I could potentially love? That’s when I thought about taking apart remotes and my interests in computers. I started out working for different Internet Service Providers, to phone repair, to laptop repair, to working in a data center supporting web servers and websites. Once I made it to working in a data center, I realized this is where I wanted to be, that I could potentially fall in love with this (that, and my Software Development degree would fall to the wayside. More on that later).
This is the short-and-sweet version of my journey through this field. By no means was this path a straight line, but more like a knotted ball of yarn. Stick with me through future posts and you’ll see what I mean.