If you happen to be in Ottawa’s ByWard Market today, keep an eye (and ear) out for the sweet sounds that Maurice, pictured above, is getting out of his Welcon accordion. He’s the sharpest-dressed accordion player I’ve ever run into on the street, and he’s cranking out the traditional accordion tunes like no one’s business.
Last night, we held the first Shopify Pub Night in Byward Market, the first of a number of social get-togethers that we’re planning to have this summer here in Ottawa. Due to some last-minute changes in room reservations, we were moved from the main room of the Heart and Crown to the front room of Peter Devine’s, one of the other pubs in the mega-pub-plex collectively known as the Irish Village. Luckily, between my regular missions scouting the pubs for lost souls as well as people figuring what was up and finding us, everyone managed to find a party and what a party it was!
All told, we had about 30 people attend throughout the night, with a good 25 people at peak. We were an interesting bunch: a good number of Shopifolks plus a couple who were Shopifolks’ significant others and family members, plus local developers from the indie/startup, government and Microsoft MVP worlds. I spent a fair bit of time making sure that I was “working the room” properly, bouncing from table to table, talking to as many people as I could. I was pleased to see some familiar faces from my life as a Microsoftie, hang out with my coworkers and make new friends with some local developers and designers. I was also more than happy to introduce these people from these different spheres to each other.
We even had some out-of-town guests join us. My friends Cory Fowler and Colin Bowern, whom I met during my stint as a Developer Evangelist for Microsoft, came here from Toronto to do consulting work for the next couple of weeks. They win the “Phileas Fogg” award for greatest distance travelled to attend Shopify Pub Night.
We talked about all sorts of things, some of which were:
I’m pretty pleased with the way the evening turned out. We ended up pretty much owning the front room of the pub, people mixed, mingled and seemed to be having a good time, and hopefully some of you go to know us a little better and we got to know you a little better. I’d like to extend my most sincere thanks to everyone who joined us — these events are nothing without you.
I believe that software should be a social thing; after all, while software runs on machines, it runs for people. You can’t create stuff for people in isolation. That’s why we held Shopify Pub Night and why we’re going to be holding more of these events throughout the summer and beyond: because great things happen when you bring people together. Watch this space for announcements of upcoming Shopify events — we’d love to have you there!
If you’re going to be in Ottawa’s ByWard Market tonight, come on down to the Heart and Crown for the first Shopify Pub Night of the summer! We’re holding this get-together to enjoy what’s passing for summer this year, to get to know you and get you to know us, and to do a little community building. Whether you’re a techie, creative, business, social media or government type, it doesn’t matter – we’d like to see you there!
We’ll be there from 6:00 p.m. until 10-ish – keep an eye on @AccordionGuy or @Shopify on Twitter as the night goes on. We’ll be easy to spot – look for the guy with the accordion.
Six months and one day ago, if you’d asked me where I’d be working today, I’d have told you that I’d be at Microsoft, working as a developer evangelist, angling for a promotion to senior developer evangelist (mo’ money, mo’ responsibilities) and being the point man for mobile and tablet technologies.
Six months and one day ago, if you’d asked me what I would be doing two days from then, I’d have told you that I would be boarding a train bound for Montreal to attend CUSEC, one of my favourite tech conferences.
Six months and one day ago, if you’d asked me where I’d be living at this very moment, I’d have told you that I’d be living in the High Park neighbourhood of Toronto.
I’d have been wrong on on all three counts.
Those of you who read my blog entry from January 19th — My Hospital Week — know what happened six months ago today: I ended up in the emergency room, lying half-awake on a gurney, wondering “Is this what dying feels like?”
I spent the better part of the week in the ICU, and it’s described pretty well in the article — except for one story which I decided to save for a later time. That time is now.
The senior nurse assigned to me was a lovably cranky woman who on first impression might remind you of Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. She’d seem gruff at first, but after a little while you’d discover that she was a nice person who just didn’t take any crap at all.
“Dr. deVilla’s son,” she said to me when we met. “Hope you’re not expecting any special treatment on account of who your mom is.”
“Just want to get out of here alive,” I said weakly, my voice reduced to a thin whisper from the infection that nearly sealed my throat shut.
“No guarantees,” she said, as she exchanged the empty IV hanging from the pole for a fresh one. After two full days in the hospital — one in the ER and one in the ICU — the test results were still inconclusive and the doctors still couldn’t say with any certainty what I had. They’d decided that my situation was dire enough to take the shotgun approach: a steady diet of broad-spectrum IV antibiotics and pure oxygen, backed up with the occasional blast of ephedrine gas. I spent those first two days bouncing between semi-conscious and unconscious. I have a vague recollection of a couple of doctors describing my situation as “touch and go”.
The treatment starting working on the end of that second day, and by day three — Thursday — things were looking up.
“Heard about how you talked the junior nurse into letting you use the can instead of the bedpan,” said Nurse Crankypants. “Wouldn’t have happened on my shift, believe you me.”
“Lucky me,” I said.
“So how’d you get all infected like that? You drink out of the toilet bowl or something?”
“No idea. Was at a couple of dive bars, that’s about it.”
“It’s been twenty below for days. Theres a lot of what looks like flu going ’round. That might have something to do with it. Any major stress in your life? Big changes?”
“Wife asked for a divorce a couple months ago, moved out a couple weeks back.”
“That figures. So, you have something to live for, or you gonna die on me here?”
“I’ve got a plan. A lot of it is travel. She hated it, I love it. Maybe even get a transfer and relocate. Change of scenery. Make the most of it. Opportunity, not crisis.”
“Okay, good. Between this,” she said while tapping the IV bag full of antibiotics, “and a positive attitude, we just might not tag and bag you.”
“Good to hear.”
Me at Cloud Cafe, on my first week out after recovering.
A week after getting back on my feet, a friend asked if my near-death experience changed me. I replied that I had become “like me, just more so.”
Around the same time, Shopify’s Edward Ocampo-Gooding asked if I could give him some pointers on finding developer evangelists. I put together a list of qualities to look for and tips that might help him in his search.
This will only make sense if you know the story.
A week after that, I would, in an incident that’s spoken of in hushed tones, come to the realization that it was time to work somewhere else. For a number of reasons, that’s a story best told in person, over drinks.
A day after came something I call the “Consolation Fries Affair”. It was part test of patience, part test of character, more amusing than traumatic. And hey, I got free fries! This too, for a completely different set of reasons, is also a story best left for an in-person, with-drinks telling.
That weekend, I got an email from Shopify’s CEO and co-founder, Tobias Lutke. Tobi thanked me for providing that information to Edward, suggested that the start-up world had been missing me and asked if I would consider joining Shopify as an evangelist.
“You have no idea how perfect your timing is,” I told him. “Let’s talk.”
I took a personal day and flew to Ottawa to chat with Tobi and the Shopifolks and by the end of the day, I was nearly sold. I told them I’d need time to think about it.
I met up with the Shopifolks at the South by Southwest Interactive conference in Austin, Texas and with my IE9 promotional responsibilities taken care of, I met with them on the last night and they presented me an offer letter.
“Let me get this straight: it’s a pay cut, more risk and a total disruption of my life?” I said. “Count me in.“
Me at BarCamp Portland in late May.
It’s been half a year since my check-in, iffy prognosis and adventures with suffocation and call button repair at the hospital. Between hospitalization, travel and living away for the summer, I’ve been in my own home less than half the time this year. I’m in a place that isn’t my own, in a town where I have only a vague idea of the geography and know only a handful of people.
I’m five weeks into my new job as Shopify’s Platform Evangelist. I have left the security and the fat paycheque of a Fortune 50 company for a start-up. I’m in Ottawa for the summer in order to immerse myself in the company properly. I’ve gone from a company where I was at about the median age to being part of the “adult supervision”.
Strangely enough, in spite of all this change, I still think that I haven’t ventured far enough outside my comfort zone. There’s still a lot more I can do, and there isn’t a better opportunity than the one I have right now to do it.
Me in the woods near Mount Ranier in late May.
It’s going to be an interesting year.
Those librarians…they’ve always got the hook-up for the good stuff.
Original found at Certified Bullshit Technician; I cleaned up the typography.
This article also appears in Global Nerdy.
Tori from Mythbusters retweeted this last night:
…and I had to go look:
(And yes, I know it’s spelled “supposed”. I didn’t make this.)