Although today is my birthday, that is not the anniversary that I refer to.
Twenty years ago, I was laying in bed in my downtown Hamilton bachelor pad. The phone rang and I fully-expected it to be my mother wishing me a happy birthday. But it was not.
“This is Mohawk College Admissions. Are you still interested in the Software Engineering course?”
After getting fired from Proctor & Gamble (long story…), I signed up for college in spite of believing that I could not handle any post-secondary education. It had been an act of desperation. I have loved computers since the days of the Commodore-64 – I still remember the family trip to Maryland, to meet mom’s extended-family and dad buying our C-64 at Toys R Us (they had not expanded to Canada yet, the idea of an entire store just for toys blew my mind).
There was a waiting list for the 3-year Software Engineering program. So I assumed that I would have to return to a temporary employment agency for work.
“YES!! I’ll be right there!”
With that, I was awake, showered and out the door to catch the bus up to Mohawk’s Fennell Campus to register. Although I would need to depend the student loan program – Socialism for the win – this would be one of those life-changing days.
It wasn’t smooth sailing by any means. The biggest challenge was the dot-com bust that happened immediately after I graduated. That made getting a starting job a real challenge.
But I had fallen in love with databases and after that bumpy start, I eventually got employed by Microsoft to support SQL Server. It has been an interesting ride ever since. I lived in Texas for 8 years. Bought and sold a house. Made many new, incredible friends. Have started traveling globally.
All because of that birthday-morning phone call…