Narrator: he did not, in fact, spend a lot of time in that place.
That's the Kumo building, one of myriad on the South Lake Union campus, where I survived my all-day interview loop for a tech trainer gig at AWS (and man, did I think that I blew it). But when my recruiter called me with a job offer, I didn't know just how chaotic my professional and personal life were about to be.
Back in the day, I taught a few times in Seattle for Sprint and Qwest, but never dreamed that I would ever actually live in the Emerald City. It was a fairy land, only to be seen from afar. And then one day, exactly seven years ago, I attended New Hire Orientation, spent a few days at my desk, and pretty much never sat at it again.
Before the pandemic started, my classes moved from building to building (sometimes even between AM and PM sessions), as space was at a premium and never guaranteed in those days. It was a great way to get to know my new city, and get my steps in (as though I didn't already walk about 6 miles a day in my classroom, stimming as I taught).
Anyway, I'm now ostensibly assigned to the Oscar building, but rarely go there because I don't particularly care for it, plus it's less convenient than Frontier, which is further south and kitty corner to the 6th Ave C-line stop. I pass through our old neighborhood on the way to the office (when I deign to go in), and still get emotional flashbacks, but otherwise it's nice to be there without threats to my person (yeah, there are still tweakers, but they have never harmed me the way Ericka did).
My entire tenure (which is longer than 88% of our 1.7m worldwide employees', making me a "relic" according to the Old Fart internal tool), has been with the TechU program. A lot of change has swirled around me, yet I remain.
Selah.
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