Minimum Viable Trespass

Now and then, a flock of wild turkeys visit our backyard.

Now and then, so do a couple of turkey vultures.

In five years, I’ve never seen both of them in the yard at the same time, until Monday morning, when I popped my head out of the back door to see why the dog sounded so happy; he makes a distinctive “FRIEN! FRIEN!” wurfle-chirp noise when he sees a little kid or another animal.

He was excited about our vulture couple, who were perched on the back fence looking like they were chatting with the neighborhood wild turkey flock who were turkeying around in the grass behind it. The vultures ignored him but hopped off the fence to join the turkeys when I wandered over. The turkeys didn’t seem bothered by their presence at all and continued to strut around in the weeds as if it was just another day.

None of the unexpected visitors seemed ruffled about having been caught trespassing, though I suppose it could be argued that we were the ones trespassing, and at least some of us had been doing so for five years.

My contract ended yesterday, which was half-expected. Initially, the customer had given written notice expressing their intent to exercise the next option year, but they changed their minds two weeks later, then thought about changing their minds in full or in part for the remainder of our time there.

As a team, we assumed that the initial ‘no’ meant ‘no’. Most of us then spent a month tying off features in progress and tidying documentation.

I had to go the opposite direction, move out of an application suite’s requirements and design phase, and build a minimum viable product (MVP) of one of its key components before I transitioned off the contract. The intent was to give the client stakeholders something they could play with a model they could reference while working with my team’s replacements.

Surprisingly, the lead stakeholder enjoyed the MVP so much that he requested that I put it into production before I left. This was a serious well, okay … are you sure? for me, but he was certain, so I got it done, and all of the new live environment assets handed over with the rest of the project materials.

So, now … what? I’m another corporation’s employee for a change instead of working for my tiny little company, and they’ve given me a spot on a bench for two weeks while they figure out what I can do for them next. Fortunately, they have quite a few open roles, so I’ve been sitting here interviewing instead of constantly checking my phone to see if I can feed some of my popcorn to the local wildlife or, more importantly (in his opinion), the dog.

Security Misclosures

On job three since 2019. The last two were fully remote, and this one is hybrid 1-2 times a week.
-“Baseline Certainties”, 09/07/2024

Please remember to drop your regalia back to the regalia room.
– most recent #spamadvice

My current job came with an unexpected upgrade in security clearance. For years, I had been content treading water in the Public Trust end of the pool, with no desire to subject myself to a more thorough investigation. Not that I thought I had anything to worry about; I addressed two of the three red flags that came up during my post-Snowden interview by getting a Facebook account and resolving to say “adultery” the next time a clearance interviewer asked me about the cause of my mother and biological father’s divorce (“irreconcilable differences” wasn’t an acceptable answer).

However, there was nothing I could do about the interviewer’s questioning my lack of interaction with my biological father from ages three to 36 and every year since then. This fact cannot be reframed, and I do not intend to try to change it, even if I had the opportunity.

When I combed public records to get the additional information I needed for my security update, I discovered that my sister and I had silently lost our dad (my mother’s second husband). He faded from our lives after their divorce but occasionally re-emerged for holidays and special events.

He passed away during the pandemic. At the time, he lived a few streets away from my sister’s ex-in-laws in the same city where one of her sons lived. His obituary ran in that city newspaper and was republished in our hometown ones, but whoever wrote it hadn’t gotten the spelling of my sister’s first name right and didn’t know her last name. Otherwise, I’m sure someone would have noticed it and would have shared it with her on Facebook.

I wasn’t mentioned, even misspelled. This didn’t shock me; it was just additional confirmation that Mom’s cherished ThouShaltNotQuestionAndYouMustRepeatLikeScripture story of one-sided irreconcilable differences was just that, and it’s not acceptable for me to consider it gospel.

I never told her that I lost faith in her stories.

I don’t think I would, even if I had the chance.

Baseline Certainties

This is a pitiful availability
Are you serious?
All you purport is you are a harassed
Overstrained paperweight
All the tearless basics on your agenda
Are unmoved by poesy and embarrassing 
To most commonly unforeseen imprudence
All resolve to evolve into moods specious and disproportionate
And misinterpreting of compromises
Again and again and again and again!

Observations from my spam folder, December 19, 2019

Yeah, it’s been a minute.

I took down this blog in March of 2020. Y’all didn’t miss an announcement; I just got tired of spending more time hitting backspace on my post drafts than I did writing content that I felt comfortable posting. There was a lot going on four years ago … maybe y’all noticed?

I can’t say that I regret doing it. I also can’t say why I got the urge to start it up again. Er, I mean ‘I can’t pinpoint exactly why I feel compelled to do so’, instead of ‘there’s a reason I’m doing this that I am uncomfortable telling you and/or I have contractual obligations not to mention’.

So, what I’d like to mention before I figure out what to blog about:

  • Still in Northern Virginia.
  • Still in the farmette with internet.
  • On job three since 2019. The last two were fully remote, and this one is hybrid 1-2 times a week.
  • Finally finished a degree. It’s been thirteen months since I’ve taken my last real course (as opposed to work-obligated training). I feel twitchy about this, to the point where I’ve discussed graduate work with a couple of schools, buuut I don’t think I’m ready to commit to that yet.
  • Finally have a dog, as of Labor Day Weekend 2023. We’re not entirely sure why we got him, and even now, we can’t quite figure out how we still have him, though it’s fair to say it might be because our vet finds him entertaining. During the dog’s first week with us, he jumped out of a second-floor window just to chase after some deer. Three miles later, he’d lost me, failed to catch the deer, picked up every burr in this part of the county (surprisingly no ticks), and found a nice lady who was too smart to fall for his charms; she made sure we got him back.
  • On the verge of filing a restraining order against ticks and poison ivy, both of which I have been exposed to a lot since getting the dog. I have not gotten Lyme disease or alpha-gal, but I have experienced a STARI-like lesion.
  • We all had COVID-19. Mine triggered a flare-up of mononucleosis, and the combination of the two of them still seem the likely cause of my worst Valentine’s Day ever: a ER visit for a 8 mm kidney stone.

Otherwise … things are otherwise. It’s safe to say good, even unreasonably good.