Back in the mid 90s, I resigned myself to not finishing my undergraduate degree in mathematics/computer science. Life happened (I’ll spare you the stressful, depressing details). Fast forward to the present, nearly two decades into the second millennium, where my life seemed to be stable and my faculties ready to take on a return to college. I jumped through the various academic and bureaucratic hoops last year to get my college credits transferred to a local university. I pre-enrolled at two different institutions, one where I planned to complete my undergraduate, but also at a local community college that offered many online courses that could better accommodate my schedule as a full-time employee.
Then Fate, Chance, the Devil or all three, decided my life wasn’t complicated or challenging enough. Over Thanksgiving, a co-worker resigned, one who was responsible for the enterprise-wide document management system for the large law firm where I’ve worked for the last twenty years. Fortunately for the firm, but not so much for me, from 1997 until 2009, I performed those same duties. Can you see the writing on the wall?