At the end of my first year, there’s a big company shuffle, AKA reorganization.
In terms of impact, the biggest changes were a) the IT department was relocated 35 miles outside of Boston b) I got a few new teammates and c) a new manager was assigned to give orders to <livingafi>.
Rather than commute 35 miles each way to work, I decided to move to an apartment that was about 2 miles away from the office to avoid having a horrible commute. My decision pre-dated awesome advice from Mr. Money Mustache to avoid clown-car driving habits; at the time it just made sense to me. I didn’t want to spend an hour and a half every day in my automobile, and I knew the constant travel would cost plenty. It wasn’t too bad — I found a new apartment complex that was offering discounted rates to people willing to sign 2-year leases. For $1050 a month I got a 1BR place with a free gym, free heat, and a small work area the size of a walk-in closet that I used as an office.
I wouldn’t exactly call this frugal, but it wasn’t the stupidest decision ever, either. I certainly wasn’t ready to buy a house, but on the other hand, I probably should have considered roommates.
My team expanded to included two other guys and our responsibilities increased. For the geek readers, I’ll say that we’re now directly supporting messaging technologies (MQ Series, JMS) as well as some windows application services (IIS, etc.) By the way, for the sake of keeping this blog readable, I promise I’ll never mention those horrible acronyms again.
Keeping with the muppet theme of past posts, one of the new additions was the anxiety-riddled Beaker, and the second was Evil Bert.
In terms of my day to day happiness, the most significant change by far was the shift in managers.
My first year, when I reported to Mr. Manager, things were generally fine. He was tough but fair.
The new guy? Not so much. In short order, I began to think of him as The Cthulhu.
A bit of explanation: The Cthulhu is a creation by author H.P. Lovecraft. He’s an interplanetary deity, a tentacle-faced god of sorts that doesn’t care at all about mankind. Mr. Cthulhu has its own unidentifiable agenda, and powers toward it at all times, human collateral lying in its unholy wake.
New team assembled, we march into Year 6.