Now that I’ve gotten the 2048 tile — not once, but twice — maybe it’s time to uninstall it from my phone so I actually do real things.
Recap from last weekend’s trip to Portland to visit my cousin Bryan and his wife Ali!
My new favorite celebrity dog is Instagram user @andrewknapp‘s border collie, Momo.
Basically Momo is furthering my longstanding obsession with border collies. And filling my Instagram feed with more awesome dog photos.
(As promised, an update on one of “a lot of things going on lately” in my life.)
I started a new job! After two years of customer support (or CS, as we call it — confusing as hell when CS has meant “computer science” to me for years), I have
conned moved my way over to the Product team at 23andMe.
Before I dive into the details of how I got a new job, I’m going to give some completely unsolicited and minimally supported advice* on job dissatisfaction, career pathing, and creating opportunities:
*Admittedly, my parents (veterans of the corporate world and managers in their own right) bestowed a version of this advice upon me, backed by the wisdom of their experiences. So not completely unsupported advice, and hopefully sound.
If you’re reading between the lines up there, you can pretty much tell how things went down for me. Though the unhappiness started before last summer, last July was when I faced down my own frustration and essentially said, “Would I be happier if I were unemployed?” That led to new questions — if I’m going to leave, what else can I get out of this job in the next couple months? What keeps me going back instead of quitting right now? How do I make my job more of what I like, and less of what I don’t like? What do I want my job title/description to be a year from now, and what skills don’t I have right now that I’d need to be there?
Thanks to a strong working relationship with Engineering, I had some options for that last question. I credit my coworkers Cordell and Mat with persistently planting the idea in my mind of doing QA engineering or web development — without their encouragement that yes, they believed I could do it, I wouldn’t have talked it through with some/lots of people and brought the idea to my manager in November.
I don’t know what it is about my past relationships with mentors and bosses, but for some reason I was terrified of telling my manager, “Look. I don’t want to be on your team [forever].” Maybe it was because I’d never really had a career path conversation with anyone at the company besides my teammate-and-sometimes-workout-buddy. Maybe it’s the obedient Asian kid in me with a terrified respect for authority. (Who am I kidding? I’m the worst obedient Asian kid ever.) Maybe I was just terrified of my future, and of picking a path that closed off others.
In any case, my manager said, “GREAT let’s figure something out for you!” (paraphrasing wildly here.) Joy! Lightheartedness! Relief!
So that’s how that conversation that needed to happen outside of me got started. What I didn’t know for the next couple months was the entire Product and Engineering teams were restructuring and carving out a brave new world of project pods and throwing around words that they hoped didn’t mean something corny like synergy (but probably did). All I knew was my manager and I kept being puzzled that great conversations weren’t going anywhere.
Mid-March rolled around, and I was still chugging away in my weird, not-really-Customer-Care, morphed-beyond-recognition position in which I oversaw Customer Care agents, yet hung out with engineers all the time and berated them for creating bugs (but also stayed late with them testing their fixes… and eating their pizza). Then one afternoon, our VP of Engineering flagged me down.
He had a position carved out for me in QA. He thought it would be a great fit, and I’d jump in right away on some big projects leveraging my knowledge of the product and all our weird edge cases. I’d be the start of a larger, dedicated QA team, and still working with the engineers I’ve built relationships with in the last year.
This all sounded great to me, then he threw in the “but”: the VP of Product also wanted to know if I’d be interested in Product Management. A big difference from what I’d been gunning for, but not that far off from my goals after last summer’s thought exercise.
Both were available to me: QA Engineer or Product Manager — whichever I didn’t take, the company would hire for anyway. I talked to a lot of people about the choice between the two. The consensus was that both were great opportunities for me, both incorporated some form of how I was already spending my time, and both would put me in the middle of big, high-stakes projects for the company. QA would give me a leg up in the technical world if I played my cards right. PM would put me in a position to influence and make high-level decisions about our product. QA Engineers have more job security, PMs have more upward mobility.
Though I tried to ignore it for the sake of being objective, I was leaning towards PM from the start. Even if I became a full-fledged software engineer, I’d want to jump over to product eventually — it’s just how I’ve been taught to think: critically, creatively; relating the part to the whole, the case to the trend, and finding a solution.
I think it was the realization that 10 years down the line I want to be on a product team — that’s what made the decision easier. Plus, while the jobs are different on paper, the reality is I’m still doing both, and will be until someone’s hired and ramped up in two or three months. As an engineer finally summarized for me, it came down to a choice of formal titles and boss. Beyond that, the two would be the same.
So that’s the long (look, it could’ve been longer) story of how I joined the Product team at 23andMe! I’ve moved desks and everything. It’s a learning experience like everything else, and I’m excited for the projects and work ahead.
(I’m also rapidly realizing that months of not writing and not blogging makes for long, meandering, slightly incoherent blog posts. Sorry about that. It’ll get better… I hope.)
My grandma turned 92 today. I think this means that, despite her somewhat poor health, she has lived longer than anyone in her family ever has.
My family celebrated today with a pretty average, low sodium, cooked-at-home lunch, followed by some cake. We bust out the Martinelli’s sparkling cider for the occasion, which Grandma loves (but really, who doesn’t?). It was just her three surviving kids, her daughter-in-law, and awesome granddaughter (me, obviously — I’m the one who brought her cake). Simple times when Grandma can’t really get out of the house anymore.
It’s strange being around Grandma at this stage of her life. While I’m just starting to forge my own way into the world, she’s reached the end of her productive years. She’s not the most optimistic person in the world, and these days she latches on to the negative things that are happening to her (like… well, everything about aging). She’s frustrated with all the things she can’t do anymore. She obsesses over the missed opportunities from decades ago, and the people who prevented her from having them. Today, she didn’t even feel like smiling for the pictures, and she put up a big fight over taking her afternoon medications (though she does that every day).
So what does it mean to age well in the 21st century? Modern medicine has prolonged human life far beyond the average lifespan 92 years ago when Grandma was born. We can keep our loved ones alive, healthy, and relatively self-sufficient. With the chance for emergencies kept to a minimum, we can live comfortably beside them without as much worry and panic — but to what end?
My grandma can’t walk outside and enjoy the sunshine, her vegetable garden, or the birds flying by anymore. She can’t hear well enough to really listen to mealtime conversations, much less participate in them. She can’t cook for her children and grandchildren. Her eyes get tired when she reads. She’s bored of all the Chinese soap operas, kung-fu shows, and nature documentaries my dad dug up from the public library to have her watch. All she’s really doing now is waiting — dreading death and what might come next, but dreading each day in gradually equalling measure.
I suppose all we can do now is help her find pleasure in her simple days, as fleeting as it may be.
Gird yourselves. I’m trying to post regularly again…
It’s been a while since I’ve written a substantial blog post, a journal entry, or really much of anything (besides email, and even that… I finally forced myself to reply to a bunch of emails that have been sitting around in my inbox for ages). With so much of my personal identity revolving around writing, this is traumatizing to the extreme. It makes me feel like I’ve lost touch with myself, and I’m not wrong in feeling that. So here I am, metaphorical hat-in-hand, writing something.
I’ve had a lot of things going on lately that I’ll post about in detail in the coming days/weeks, but here’s what it boils down to: I was working too hard in a job I didn’t always enjoy, so I made it my New Year’s resolution to restore work-life balance.
It took a fair amount of effort to break away from my work habits, but I forced myself to turn inward. Not so much in an introspective way, but more in a self-care kind of way. I’m an introvert through and through (despite how it seems sometimes — need I go back to the “lone wolf complex”?), and it didn’t actually take much to rediscover the quiet hobbies to keep me occupied.
Let’s be clear though: I’m a workaholic. I love being busy. So the real difference was that I worked on things on my terms. Learning Python on Codecademy. Re-reading my favorite fantasy series (Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials) as a form of genre research as I contemplate writing my own fantasy series. Making and carving soap.
So the little things got me to a point of learning how to make “free time” again, though that feels like a misnomer. I have “non-work time” now, and I’m starting to do things with it! More on that soon, but the accomplishment of the day was dusting off this blog, posting this, and getting myself excited to post some more.
(And in completely unrelated news, being an adult is terrifying. I’m solely responsible for the fact that I bought a pint of ice cream and a 11-oz. bag of Cool Ranch Doritos last night, and I’m pretty much done eating them both not 24 hours later.)
It’s only been nearly 4 months since I posted a to-do list. Time to see how I’ve been doing…
Read a book
Actually, I read several. I finally got around to finishing Skip Horack’s short story collection that I borrowed from Jaslyn ages ago, then started impulse-buying books on Amazon just to get myself to read again. Given how little I liked most of these, I’m going to go with Jaslyn’s recommendations from now on. Quick reviews:
Write a short story
Nope. I’ll get to this… eventually.
Write some code
Nope… unless reading engineers’ commits at work counts.
Paint some abstract things
Forgot about this one! It’s time to hit up the craft store.
Climb some rocks
Indeed! Well, indoor rock climbing walls, and I clambered up a rock memorial on a hike the other weekend. I have to do more of this though, since it’s not worth having a climbing gym membership if I’m not going.
Take some pictures
Some miscellaneous photos taken with my phone. Time to relearn how to use the dSLR…
That’s all for now! Time for some writing and some more reading.
I suppose finishing two community college classes is as good a time as any to revisit the hobbies I haven’t had time to do in a while. Revisit hobbies and, well, socialize.
Some planned activities:
(Hopefully by committing these to digital paper, I’ll actually do some of them…)
Time for some doing.