On May 30th, a few short weeks ago, I got married to a wonderful, amazing, beautiful woman – Ann. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, and the reception was everything I hoped it could/would be. The ceremony was at Holy Rosary Catholic Church in downtown Indianapolis, and was followed by a reception in the back yard at my parents house. The weather forecast called for rain most of the day, and that morning I prayed for the weather to hold out until AFTER the reception. I believe my exact words were something along the lines of “just please let the rain hold off until after the reception, then you can unleash whatever hell you want to”. Interestingly enough, about 5 minutes after the reception ended the severe weather sirens went off and we spotted a funnel cloud with a tornado starting to come down. It was, thankfully, moving away from us.

Ann and I followed our wedding with a week in Florida, which provided a nice and relaxing start to our marriage. You just can’t beat floating around in a pool, relaxing on the beach, and getting splashed by a 12,000 pound killer whale. We also saw dolphins, both in captivity and in the wild (feeding them in captivity, and having one swim up and past us slowly in the wild, we believe to say hello). We spent several evenings in a pool-side spa drinking wine and watching the sunset. We ate some really great food (including an absolutely amazing peanut butter chocolate truffle pie) and generally had the time of our lives.

Then we came home and opened wedding presents. It was like Christmas. We got a lot of great and amazing stuff. We also had a huge volume of trash from boxes, wrapping paper, etc. I think the trash collectors hate coming to our house now. Ann says he looked especially pissed off this week.

Things are starting to settle down, now, and Ann and I are relaxing into our lives together. I couldn’t be happier than I am now, waking up next to the love of my life every single day.   

Now, you’re probably thinking “so, if you got married on the 30th, and only took a week for the honeymoon, why have you not written anything about it until now?!”

The answer is fairly simple – it’s a matter of time. I’m back to work full time doing information security work for an amazing one to one marketing company. On top of that I’m helping some friends at the Open InfoSec Foundation by performing some contract work at night and in free time.

This coming Saturday I’m getting my feet wet with Motor Sports photography, as I’ve landed some credentials to shoot at the Mid-Ohio grand-am race. We’re leaving at 3am to make it to the track in time to get setup and start shooting when the drivers and cars come out, and the actual race is at 5pm, meaning it’s going to be a VERY long day. It should be fun, though, and having access is always nice.

It was your typical first day. They had already sent me the paperwork that needed to be filled out, and I had it completed before I showed up so the on-boarding process took all of 5 minutes. Most of the rest of the day was spent getting my new Macbook Pro set up, needed software installed, and eating lunch at a great brazilian steak house.   

So, I don’t really have a whole lot to say about it. The people seem pretty cool, and I’m sure I’m going to end up liking the job (I do like it so far), and the company is great. It’s a good opportunity, pays well, and is challenging. What’s not to like?

Given that I just sat here for five minutes trying to think of what else to write…. I guess that’s all I’ve got.

I’ve been fairly silent over the past week. That’s something that in and of itself isn’t too much of a shock… there are times when I go for weeks without posting anything, so why should a handful of days be special? Well – in this case – they were special.

For quite a while I’ve been considering a job change. There are a variety of reasons for this consideration – none of which I will go into in such a public forum. Back in December, just before Christmas, I interviewed with a company in downtown Indianapolis, for a position on their Information Security team. I felt myself to be a strong candidate – after all, for the past 10 months I’ve been building and managing a security program for a federal contractor. This position offered me things I couldn’t get in my existing position, and these were things I found to be highly desirable.

The hiring manager mentioned that he hoped to have an offer out before the end of ‘08, but if not, then shortly into ‘08. Christmas came and went with no word one way or another. A week or so into ‘09 and I sent a second followup e-mail (I sent the first when I got home from the interview). Again, no word. I’ll be honest – at this point I wrote it off as a “not gonna happen”.

Imagine my surprise, then, when on Tuesday, when I got back from lunch, I noticed an email from Twitter that the hiring manager had started following me. I can remember thinking “What the hell?! He ignored me, didn’t hire me, now starts following me on twitter?!” It was about that time he called to offer me the position.

And so, two days later – once I got the official offer letter – I resigned. I offered the company two weeks to transition my duties from me to my senior security analyst. They (and by they I mean a certain few – not the entire company – a long story that I won’t mention here) didn’t take it well, and have banished me to work those two weeks from the comfort of my own home. I am – to the best of my knowledge – still on payroll, and still earning my salary. That’s something.

So, for the next two weeks I get to work from the comfort of my new home office – with the notable exception of this coming Monday morning, during which I will be conducting an exit interview with the senior executive team of the company (CEO, COO, CTO and HR Director – Possibly the CFO as well). While my physical access to the office I was based out of has been revoked, my laptop and blackberry taken, my VPN access also revoked , I still have access to e-mail and that – apparently – is enough for me to work. Supposedly.

I am looking forward to the new job. It seems to be a good company, performing strong even in this dismal economy. They also offer a variety of employee benefits that go well above and beyond my previous employer. The work will be much more in line with what I want to be doing as well, so the whole deal is just much better.

If only I didn’t have to wait two more weeks to start….

So, it’s a new year.  2009.  When I was a kid, I used to imagine that somehow by crossing over into a new year things were different.   As though somehow the fact that it was suddenly January 1st meant that some unseen factor had changed, that everything was suddenly different than it used to be.  I know now that nothing really changes, except I now have to start putting 09 instead of 08 when I sign dates.  For the next few weeks anything that has to be dated by me will have a crossed out 08 in front of a hastily written 09, and THAT is really all that has changed. 

I’m actually having a very good day today.  I got some time to play WoW this morning – a game I’ve fallen in love with for the fiftybillionth time, and play whenever I get the chance.   Afterwards I had lunch with Ann before we went to pick out the tuxes for the wedding.   Nothing real fancy there, though I’m sure I’ll look nice (along with all the guys who will be there to help me celebrate). 

We also got paint, which Ann used to paint the upstairs hallway while I worked on re-doing the wiring for my workstation in my home office.  I turned a horrible mess of wires that were visible into a horrible mess of wires that nobody could see.  That’s an improvement, I suppose.   

Those of you who read my super-secret personal blog know that when I went on my trip to the west coast back in November I bought a ridiculously expensive pen,  as well as a hand-stitched leather journal.  I am happy to report that I am thoroughly enjoying both.  I have a much greater sense of freedom about what I write when it’s in a journal that is just for me.  I can let out my feelings and thoughts in a raw, unfiltered fashion. While I *can* do that here, it’s probably not a good idea for me to do so.  Besides, there’s just something fun about writing in a journal with a fountain pen….. Bob Leeds (that pen guy from California) was right… fountain pens are better. 

I am extremely happy with my home office.   It’s not large, but I don’t need it to be.   My desk *is* large, though.   It’s 10 feet wide and is everything I had hoped it could be. It’s still not 100% finished,  but is very VERY close, and that’s exciting.   All in all the office is everything I had hoped and envisioned and then some – I don’t think I could make it any better if I tried. Of course,  any suggestions from fellow geeks are welcome. 

That’s all for now – I’ll try to write something witty and humorous soon.   I make no promises.

This weekend, however,  I got a step closer to having a home office.  On Saturday my Dad and I went to the storage garage to dig out some old cabinets and book shelves that used to be in his home office, and move them to the front of the garage so we could easily get at them to move.  It took us a couple of hours of unpacking nearly the whole garage and then re-packing it all back in.  It’s worth it, though, as now the only thing left is to move the cabinets and shelves home,   sand them and either stain or paint them.  Then it’s a matter of finding the actual desk surface to mount between the cabinets and making it happen.   I’m getting closer to my goal, and that makes me happy

 My dad came over to my house on Sunday and he and I spent the afternoon doing most of the painting in the office (which Ann finished off with edging and touchups).   The painting wasn’t as much of a pain this time as it was for the bedroom – mainly because we had a lot more room to work with.  I think it makes a significant difference in the room – and I like it, a lot. 

I’m now significantly closer to realizing my “dream” of having a home office – and once that’s complete…. I’ll be even happier than I am now.   And that, makes for a happier home.