Note: This is a bio I wrote for work. I'm taking out all the information that is private and replacing with
Classified. Also, just so you can put this in context, it is a family owned and managed company and I grew up in the trade.
It is hard to pin down the exact point in time when I began to work for
Classified. By the time I was twelve, I was already doing small jobs around the office. It was by no means a steady job, but I was learning.
In 2015, my father said a very strange thing to me. Out of the blue, and completely at random, he said: “Build
Classified a new website.”
It was more than a bit of a shock. For the briefest moment, all I felt was terror. How do you build a website? I was raised to believe that can't should not be a part of anyone's vocabulary, but even so, it was terrifying to hear myself respond: “okay.”
I graduated when I was fifteen, and with school behind me, I dedicated all my time to building the website. The day when the lines of HTML began to make sense remains one of my favorite memories. Since then, I have learned to recognize a strange beauty in the HTML that rivals that of a completed Calculus equation. It is a pleasure that remains strictly my own; there are few who can see it.
Now, years later, I handle all of the technical work and a good portion of the marketing. I supervise the website, and handle the newsletter; the onboarding procedure is mine to maintain, as is the PBX system, and the list goes on seemingly into infinity.
Outside of work, my hobbies are simple and few in number. I enjoy music, having played the piano for many years, and I am also beginning to learn the violin, much to my family's chagrin. Reading is another love of mine. History is filled with beauty, and the more I study it, the more I realize how much I do not know.
But where my passion truly lies is in writing. There is a strange pleasure and thrill to be found in the action of putting words to paper. Sorrow can be there, and joy; love and heartbreak. I put what free time I have into writing the many stories that exist nowhere but in my head.
My unrealized ambition is to be a published author. It is a lot, but I have my whole life ahead. There is time enough there, I hope, to accomplish my dreams. But the clock is ticking.