Some of you may have heard already…. So, uhm… yeah… I’m moving… Not just out of Winnipeg, not just out of the Province, not just out of the Country, but out of the Continent.
So it is with great regret, and sadness that I announce I am separating myself from the most awesome group of developers I’ve ever known.
The group of people that Rod and Joel have assembled at Imaginet is truly awe inspiring and I’m glad to have counted many of them as my friends as well as colleagues. My time at Imaginet, right from the get-go when someone (who shall remain anonymous) live blogged my gauntlet interview (don’t worry, the post has long since been removed), to my last day here and beyond have been enriched by my experiences with some of the best programmers not just in Winnipeg, but anywhere. Their brightness has reflected upon me and hopefully I’m better for it.
So it will pass that at next year’s Christmas party no one will be required to recognize me at the door, and Harris will have to find some one new to pillory at great length during the after dinner entertainment, but know I leave Imaginet with nothing but good memories, and fond recollections. (In fact I was going to try and re-edit the “King Cam” – seriously that’s what Harris called it – video from the Xmas party as my goodbye announcement, but it just wasn’t meant to be).
At the end of April I’ll be leaving Imaginet, and by May 3rd I’ll be leaving Winnipeg, to start on a bit of an adventure that will (hopefully) leave me in Australia at the end of it. I’ll be taking my time getting there, with several stops along the way – oh and I’ll be doing so without any fixed plan once I get off the ship, so like any plan, it is subject to change (But the target is Brisbane, in 3-4 months time).
I’ll be on Facebook, twitter, msn, skype, email, and here at my blog so you can all follow along (provided I update). But I promise I’ll update here and the places above when I come to my final destination, and if any of you end up in the same neighborhood as I end up in, don’t be afraid to contact me and we’ll go for a beer or something. Preferably on a beach in December, and +30 degree heat, so we can reminisce about all the other people who aren’t so lucky.