17 June 2006
Everything falls into place
Last time, our hero was trekking out to the coast for a final round of job interviews in the Big City. No job, no place to call his own; just a suitcase, a pretty lady by his side and his whole life ahead of him.
Or something like that. As usually happens when I lose enough sleep over something, it turns out I had nothing to worry about.
I’m not so much a worrywart as I am just a slow thinker. I don’t come to decisions quickly, and by brain prepares for them by living out every possible worst-case scenario in my imagination. By the time it comes down to a decision, I’m already over it. What’s the worst that could happen? No, really, you want me to tell you?
I flew to San Francisco on a Wednesday. By the next Monday I had three amazing offers to work in great places with great people. I stayed in character long enough to agonize over the decision, but I was already coming around to the uncharacteristically optimistic realization that there was no wrong answer.
All the doors had prizes behind them. The worst-case scenario was still a best-case scenario.
Then I did something completely out of character. I went with my gut. I made the least practical, least secure (and most exciting) choice. Out of all the very attractive possibilities in front of me, there was one that I had literally dreamed about since I was a kid.
I am a practical man, of practical dreams. When I moved into my first apartment, I had a dream about hanging pictures and putting a hammer through the wall. This was a real dream, a crazy dream, and I had the chance to make it a reality.
Starting in the first week of July, sometime after our nation’s birthday, I will be joining the design team for apple.com. I’ve been copying Apple’s design style for years—now I can just call it “practice”.
So this is the part where I uphold a long-standing tradition among my peers of posting a cryptic message about going to work for Apple, never to be heard from again. But hopefully not. For a guy who never gets excited about anything, I’m pretty damn excited about this.
The same day I made the decision to accept the job at Apple, we got an email from our new landlords letting us know that they were accepting our application. It’s a beautiful place in a beautiful location: on top of a hill looking out over a park with a view to the city. I can’t wait to come home to it.
Laura’s prospects are looking good: she has some second-round interviews scheduled once she gets to the city, but she’s always looking for good leads. And if she doesn’t find the perfect job right away, somebody needs to design our wedding invitations in between all this moving.
For now, everything seems to be falling into place.