Let me (once again) apologize for not writing more frequently. There have been a number of developments that have radically changed my circumstances.
As a refresher, this blog was originally a class project for an undergraduate marketing class. The intention to give everyone in the class a platform to create or expand on a professional online presence. There were other things taught as well such as making sure that you had an updated LinkedIn profile for networking purposes. (My LinkedIn) But mainly it was to make sure that you had something other than what is likely a poorly maintained facebook page for employers to look at, a chance to showcase a portfolio of interests, written communication, and whatever limited technical skills required to update a blog. More and more jobs have online applications and many of them ask for any sort of sites that you might have a profile and having a blog is a great place to include information so that the employer can get to know you without actually meeting you in person first.
This leads me to my current placement.
From my rather gloomy post reviewing paperwork and making calls to dealers/back offices/shareholders in Kansas City, I passed my one year anniversary with my mutual fund services company with little pomp. I was internally very excited though as this meant that I was free to pursue other opportunities within not only the company itself but also the parent company and the many branches that were spread among several industries. Among them, a small but rather successful mutual fund servicing company in Denver, Colorado. I filled out a number of applications and was pleasantly surprised to hear back from Human Resources who, (after verifying I knew the job posting was indeed in Colorado and I did indeed plan on relocating,) set up a phone interview. Long story short, I said the appropriate things and was invited for a day trip out to Denver for a face to face interview. (I must remember to write a post about how neat it was to have a day business trip.) A week or so later I was offered and accepted a position on a projects team. About a month after that, I packed up some belongings and drove myself down I-70 9 or so hours to the mountains.
So far it has been almost everything that I could have asked for. People have been very welcoming and pretty friendly. I live downtown and am enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city (albeit with many more cyclists and beards than I had previously imagined). The view from the office is just fantastic as we have a lovely view of the mountains on the 8th floor. There is a lot for me to learn and I think for a time it will be a struggle to keep my head above water. The main thing the office is focused on is making the transition to the parent company’s technical systems, the systems that I had just left in Kansas City. While that experience is nice, it is hard to make that transition from user to the man behind the curtain, especially when expectations were initially so high. It is suffocating when I have no way to even flash any of my previously celebrated skills. Just a blank slate, starting back at the beginning. But then, I suppose, no one said change was ever easy. And Rome wasn’t built in a day.
And it is strange, I don’t have to be who I was at all. I knew a handful of people in the entire state before moving out here and thus, I can be someone completely new to all the people that I meet. I can have whatever nickname I choose, I can pick whatever new favourite drink and pretend I’ve been drinking it for years. Anyone who has ever obsessed over an avatar will know how I have been feeling over the past couple of weeks. You can create a whole new person, what little things would you have them do or say? And then that person is representative of you moving forward. I have been filled with excitement, anxiety, fear, and encouragement all at the same time and yet as I sit at my desk, the main feeling is:
“Sedated” I think is the word. Everyone sitting, quietly, focused on the task at hand, a phone rings, the rat-at-tat of a hundred keyboards which represent the whole of the transfer agency combine with the tick-click of a hundred mice drawing impossibly endless circles on a hundred desks barely separated by short little cubicle walls to make a sad sort of percussion section in the grand orchestra of the office. Every once in awhile there is a mumur of conversation but not the same repetitive security verification and confirmation numbers that tumbled monotonously out of all those mouths in Kansas City. Thankfully there is something more, but only just. A paper cup pops as someone sets down his coffee before returning hands to the work that continues on and on as the shadows grow and fade on the mountains, majestic and tantalizingly close, timeless in their watch over the city.
Happy to be writing again. Thanks for your patience.