11/29/2018
"We need to figure out the process, so Amuri should reach out to him."
Those were the words said by one of my colleagues on the development team. We were trying to figure out who we needed to speak to in order to get the final check for our product's release, and his name came up as the go to person. My role on the team had nothing to do with finding a solution to this issue, however it seems that the Universe found it necessary to make us have a conversation.
"I don't think it should be me. Why can't you do it? I don't have the insight into deployment (plus I'd rather watch paint dry in the Amazon) and I'd just be relaying the information back to you. Why play telephone with something this important?" Yep I was sticking to my guns of not talking to Solomon, and trying to find the nearest escape hatch. Needless to say, my guns didn't stick to me and I agreed to meet with him in person.
2017...
Before I could release my first large project to the general public, my manager at the time, Yoda, said I had to talk to our security director. The project was nearing the launch date, and no one seemed interested in the progress until a month before release. No really, only 10 of us in the company cared enough to do it and push the project along to success. Anyway, the director pointed me in the direction of her security person, Solomon and had me set up a meeting with him to figure out what I needed to do to launch.
There was nothing big or outstanding about our first encounter. He seemed nice enough, and we had the plan of checks he needed to run and set up when to meet again regarding the outcome. Cool... However, I still didn't really like him. There was no reason why, just a feeling. Project launches and I didn't have to talk to him again.
During this time I walked a lot to lose weight and just over all fitness. Also I was an avid fan of Pokemon Go, and there were many around our job's neighborhood. So, I'd go walking and see Solomon standing outside....SMOKING...wtf?? Yep he smokes and I hated smokers. That was the reason I didn't like him. It was the cancer breathing vibe he gave.
Ever the procrastinator, I decided to go walking outside with my friend for lunch because nature is life. But like all well thought out plans of not doing, the Universe is the ultimate planner and has its will regardless of my wants. After the walk, I was running late for a meeting about over all project feature statuses and well well guess who I had to sit behind? You guess it, Solomon. If you are keeping score, Universe: 2 Me: 0. If this meeting ends early, I should catch up with him about the security process. Yep that's a good idea.
So the meeting ends early and I try to bolt out of there like the starting gun for the Kentucky Derby just fired. Too bad that walk with my friend caused my hip to hurt. Rather than bolting, I hobbled like 250 year old woman.
Hot Chocolate! That's what I need to make my hip stop hurting. Yep that's the thought pattern of a person who's running from responsibility and destiny. So I make it around the corner and almost to the coffee machine when I hear a familiar voice say "Hey Amuri!"
Destiny calls...
Universe:3 Me: 0
"We need to figure out the process, so Amuri should reach out to him."
Those were the words said by one of my colleagues on the development team. We were trying to figure out who we needed to speak to in order to get the final check for our product's release, and his name came up as the go to person. My role on the team had nothing to do with finding a solution to this issue, however it seems that the Universe found it necessary to make us have a conversation.
"I don't think it should be me. Why can't you do it? I don't have the insight into deployment (plus I'd rather watch paint dry in the Amazon) and I'd just be relaying the information back to you. Why play telephone with something this important?" Yep I was sticking to my guns of not talking to Solomon, and trying to find the nearest escape hatch. Needless to say, my guns didn't stick to me and I agreed to meet with him in person.
2017...
Before I could release my first large project to the general public, my manager at the time, Yoda, said I had to talk to our security director. The project was nearing the launch date, and no one seemed interested in the progress until a month before release. No really, only 10 of us in the company cared enough to do it and push the project along to success. Anyway, the director pointed me in the direction of her security person, Solomon and had me set up a meeting with him to figure out what I needed to do to launch.
There was nothing big or outstanding about our first encounter. He seemed nice enough, and we had the plan of checks he needed to run and set up when to meet again regarding the outcome. Cool... However, I still didn't really like him. There was no reason why, just a feeling. Project launches and I didn't have to talk to him again.
During this time I walked a lot to lose weight and just over all fitness. Also I was an avid fan of Pokemon Go, and there were many around our job's neighborhood. So, I'd go walking and see Solomon standing outside....SMOKING...wtf?? Yep he smokes and I hated smokers. That was the reason I didn't like him. It was the cancer breathing vibe he gave.
Ever the procrastinator, I decided to go walking outside with my friend for lunch because nature is life. But like all well thought out plans of not doing, the Universe is the ultimate planner and has its will regardless of my wants. After the walk, I was running late for a meeting about over all project feature statuses and well well guess who I had to sit behind? You guess it, Solomon. If you are keeping score, Universe: 2 Me: 0. If this meeting ends early, I should catch up with him about the security process. Yep that's a good idea.
So the meeting ends early and I try to bolt out of there like the starting gun for the Kentucky Derby just fired. Too bad that walk with my friend caused my hip to hurt. Rather than bolting, I hobbled like 250 year old woman.
Hot Chocolate! That's what I need to make my hip stop hurting. Yep that's the thought pattern of a person who's running from responsibility and destiny. So I make it around the corner and almost to the coffee machine when I hear a familiar voice say "Hey Amuri!"
Destiny calls...
Universe:3 Me: 0
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