It was hard

Yesterday I was honored to join Zach and Jess at the Herbfarm for dinner with some friends, including some in my building. I met Carolyn and Jeff downstairs in the lobby as I was giving them a ride seeing as we all live in the same building and I wasn’t drinking. Our building does wine socials on Fridays after work and there were folks already in the lobby. One of them came up to me and asked if Benjamin was coming to the social. I politely let them know that we broke up and that Benjamin is back in Denver. Having had to cover this ground before and knowing how awkward it can be for the other person, I made small talk until Carolyn and Jeff showed up. Still, it was hard.

The last time I was at the Herbfarm it was for Jeff and Jonobie’s 10-year anniversary last summer. This was during the time that B and I were having a rough spot and only I went. Being there again reminded me of that, and it was hard.

Jason and Drew arrived a few minutes late to complete our party. After Jason sat down one of the first questions he asked was “where’s your husband”. There it was again for the second time in as many hours. It wasn’t his fault and I filled him in. It was hard.

Between one of the courses I excused myself and went to the bathroom. The music playing in the hallway was a Michael Buble song. I thought of Benjamin and it was hard.

Dinner itself, both the food and the company, was most excellent. I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with such awesome people — laughing at our favorites of the 31 jokes for nerds, talking shop about computers and the industry, and overall having a great time. I couldn’t help but thinking that were B here, he would love the food, atmosphere, and the people but still not fully enjoyed himself with the conversation. He and I have always run in two different sets of social circles and I was very much in my social element last night; he wouldn’t have been. I still missed him being there, and that was hard.

Seeing all the happy couples there last night and thinking “I use to have that”, was hard.

Today I went downtown to exchange some jeans at Old Navy and stopped by the Hallmark store to purchase a birthday card for B. None of the cards said what I wanted them to say, not that I’m exactly sure what that is. I ended up getting a blank card. Now I just have to figure out what I want to say — a task I expect to be hard.

Getting seahorse to recognize existing SSH keys

I had a doozie of a time getting seahorse (aka: Gnome’s “Passwords and Encryption Keys” program) to recognize my personal SSH keys. The start of the problem was that I’d SSHd my private key (id_rsa) over to the box, but not the public key (id_rsa.pub) which seahorse needs. Not a problem, ssh-keygen -e convienently outputted the public key to the screen which I shoved into id_rsa.pub. The problem was that the key was in the wrong format for seahorse. It looked like this

---- BEGIN SSH2 PUBLIC KEY ----
Comment: "2048-bit RSA, converted by cpeel from "
AAAAB3NzaC1yc2EAAAABIwAAAQEApTseuoEnUBPIQSLWjOnXY6m4idRLJ+WE49/ov0VA5/
S8+fRHosP7WrBnrja8GLqd9jiG3HOSoFT4BgQ1kBJvyKLg88Kyt5V83dmhWhr2TzWHVeo7
gtOmN0pNT7Xl3dxChLvM1LoAolif9PXLTs81CFwUTCWd+DPMa4SX7Ti8MUscy6YNkyB74A
lsbLM/0JEvBSZd+72ZJlG1laKlt8adcp2EXngnqQn0r9d5ws5kF1J3BbkKtKClssuBSsFR
Bckn7xlnXlO8o6lsq/j9cwpGYAoVy+gE/ZaVNUwG4wvZ9hlqY1sWqo9r9R9KjyVkIdXq0V
IxYCudxLYyEtf30pKrGw==
---- END SSH2 PUBLIC KEY ----

instead of looking like

ssh-rsa AAAAB3NzaC1yc2EAAAABIwAAAQEApTseuoEnUBPIQSLWjOnXY6m4idRLJ+WE49/ov0VA5/S8+fRHosP7WrBnrja8GLqd9jiG3HOSoFT4BgQ1kBJvyKLg88Kyt5V83dmhWhr2TzWHVeo7gtOmN0pNT7Xl3dxChLvM1LoAolif9PXLTs81CFwUTCWd+DPMa4SX7Ti8MUscy6YNkyB74AlsbLM/0JEvBSZd+72ZJlG1laKlt8adcp2EXngnqQn0r9d5ws5kF1J3BbkKtKClssuBSsFRBckn7xlnXlO8o6lsq/j9cwpGYAoVy+gE/ZaVNUwG4wvZ9hlqY1sWqo9r9R9KjyVkIdXq0VIxYCudxLYyEtf30pKrGw== cpeel

(that’s all suppose to be on one line).

A simple massaging and seahorse was happy with it.

Not feelin’ the EMC lovin’

Looks like the bonus information I was given before was incorrect. The amount was correct but instead of being a “thanks for doing such a good job” bonus, it’s a “here’s the maximum amount of bonus you could get paid over the next 4 quarters if you meet your quarterly goals” carrot. In that light, the amount is much less “lovin'” and more of a joke. Apparently this is the new EMC way, which is disappointing.

Far from being an incentive, this carrot is more closely aligned with its vegetable namesake.

While I’ll continue to do my job to the best of my ability – I’ll be doing it because I enjoy it, not because of the orange tuber dangling in front of me.

Feelin’ the Isilon lovin’

I think Isilon likes me. I discovered today, much to my surprise, that I will receive a bonus for the 1.5 months I worked in 2011.

The dollar amount was 86% of my IBM bonus for the 12 months I worked in 2010.

It’s hard to do a direct comparison given the different economic climates, work location, recent acquisition, etc. but I’m still feelin’ loved more here than I was at IBM when I left.

Best of all was a small note from my manager regarding the bonus, reading simply:

Thank you for being so damn good at your job — you absolutely deserve it.