In conversation I tend to be as direct as tact will allow. So you’d think blogging would be even easier, right? Not for me. I want to write about the deep and shallow things of life, but I over the last year I have stopped short several times of actually posting, for fear I’d say too much, reveal too much or offend someone I care for. But the real reason is that I feel like I’ve been paddling through serious white water for the last year, and blogging, journaling, or even simply taking a quiet solitary walk haven’t been on the table as serious options.
On July 6th, 2010, I was sitting in an office at the Sommet Group, in Franklin, TN. The developers had become aware that layoffs were coming, and most – if not all – of us would be let go. One of my fellow developers had left for an interview and texted me as he left the building: “At least a dozen FBI are headed into the building!” I knew in my gut that they were bound for Sommet, though I couldn’t tell you why. It turns out the our CEO had been embezzling money. Sommet handled payroll for other small businesses, and we were apparently taking their money and instead of funding payroll taxes, IRAs, medical insurance, FSAs, etc., our CEO was using it to subsidize a failing business unit along with a lavish lifestyle. So we weren’t just in trouble for our own company’s delinquency, but for dozens of others. Employees from across those small businesses (including Sommet) were discovering that their retirement, medical insurance and other benefits weren’t actually being funded, though the money was being withheld from their checks.
So. FBI *and* IRS agents raided our office that Tuesday. They were very nice, but it was a serious situation. I literally left my post-raid interview with the FBI and headed straight to a job interview at a consulting company in Nashville – talk about context switching! Thank God my good friend Garry Kean was in town – I was able to talk to him at Starbucks for a few minutes prior to my job interview.
The ensuing job search was rough. Sommet didn’t pay us the last two paychecks, and despite recruiters promising “Sure, there are plenty of senior level jobs in Nashville”, none materialized. I secured some side work that would help keep us afloat, but it wasn’t much. At the end of July, at the recommendation of my good friend and former Sommet co-worker, Alex, I interviewed with a company in Chattanooga, TN. They offered me right in the range I needed – and they were the only offer I’d had since Sommet collapsed, so we were Chattanooga-bound.
It’s been interesting. Chattanooga is a good city overall – lots of interesting things to do, great restaurants and it’s small. We love living on Signal Mountain, and I work with some very good people. I would never have considered the job here if Alex hadn’t recommended I interview – and getting the chance to continue working with him has truly been one of the most rewarding things about the new job.
But I’m also not going to lie – it’s been a tough year. Our first six months was overshadowed by an awful rental house. My second full month on the job saw my team working loads of overtime, so I was practically gone the whole month. If we haven’t been travelling, we’ve been sick, vice versa, and sometimes both. Making friends has been a challenge as well. We’re still looking for a church (thought we’d found a good one, but alas no). Steph has met more people than I have. I’m extremely thankful for friends like Jon – though he lives in Nashville, we’ve stayed in regular contact and have managed some visits as well, and Alan. You don’t replace the network of family and friends that was built across 15 years very easily, if at all.
I’m thankful for a good job – and one that continually challenges me to step up in my skills. There’s still the interesting dynamic, though, of working alongside people who wanted to move to Chattanooga and plan to retire here, whereas I would’ve never considered it outside the events of last summer. In the words of Gomez, “I’m just as lost as you are” – especially when it comes to what lies ahead. It’s been tough having to lay aside so many things I love – writing and recording, camping, and others. I don’t see an end to the white water just yet, but I still have the paddle in a firm grip….