|Welcome to my musings about the workplaces I've inhabited. These pages follow in the tradition of my travel pages. I market myself on the pages dedicated to my résumé. The two ought not be confused.|
In the autumn of 1999 I wrote "Java" code for a multimedia company located near North Beach, in San Francisco. Every morning I'd ride one of the restored antique cable cars on the F line fromhome to downtown, and then I'd walk north to the corner of Battery and Pacific Streets. There I'd enter a three-story building - after visiting the coffee shop on the ground floor - and climb the stairs to the foyer on the second floor. I love the hip decorating job they did. The picture really doesn't do it justice; it's a relaxing space complete with cool knick-knacks along the walls. Then I'd open the door and step into our common workspace. This panorama is taken from my desk, which looks just like the one at left, by the windows. I love the fresh air and the bustle of the cars and people below.
My first stop is my boss' desk. Ron Miller is always fun to chat with, and he's excellent at telling me what he wants done and then letting me go away and code. (I spend three or four days at home, I'm in the office two half days generally. This results in much more code getting written than hanging at the office, wasting the hours in meetings.)
Pictured at right and left is one of my coworkers, Alan, a pleasure to work with. He's another Mac fanatic in a crowd of Wintel users. Here we see him cataloging many dozens (hundreds?) of video clips. It's quite a job, but someone with a clue has to assign keywords to the photographic assets through which the customers (folks who do brochures and web sites) search. Alan's working system is a wonder for the eyes: hanging from it are VCRs, RAID arrays, photo printers, some things which I can't identify, and lots of cables.
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