Until a recent acquisition, working too much for a tech startup. Now, working too much for an Oracle subsidiary as part of their data cloud, leading a team of engineers.
Introspective armchair psychologist. INFJ, enneagram 1w9 if you're into pseudoscience behavioral frameworks. Big fan of digging into the why and how behind thoughts and feelings.
Aiming for FIRE by 40, and on track for it. Retirement accounts are sexy.
"You look like that Irish kid from Glee!"
"Are you British??" #drunkPeopleQuestions (For the record--no, just a fan of enunciation.)
"Wow, your eyes are really blue."
Top 3 movies in no particular order: Forrest Gump, The Green Mile, and The Shawshank Redemption. What can I say? I like Tom Hanks. Outside of those, I have an irrational love of terrible Nicolas Cage movies rivaled only by how far I'll go to defend Ke$ha as musically talented. I have good arguments for both. Seriously.
Shows: BoJack Horseman, Stranger than Fiction, John Oliver, Humans, American Horror Story, Orange is the New Black, House of Cards, Firefly, Breaking Bad, The X-Files, Game of Thrones, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Pushing Daisies, Dollhouse, Arrested Development, iZombie. Archer, Arrested Development, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
Music: Almost anything; heavy on EDM, classic rock, and prog metal these days.
Media (consumption, not social)
Internet (work, play, and boredom-fueled ennui)
Food (truly excellent food is NYC's greatest luxury)
Caffeine (or sleep; they're interchangeable, really)
And... nope, not going to say 'adventures' here. It's been appropriated by the 'I don't really know what I want out of life so I'm just going to travel and see the wooooooorld!' crowd of our generation. Let's go with shenanigans instead--good word, shenanigans.
No, seriously, anything. And believe me, I have plenty of stories; I'm an open book of wonderfully screwed-up entertainment.
You're ambitious and driven. Not quite full Wolf of Wall Street, but pretty close.
You wonder what it means to be broken.
You recognize that it doesn't matter, as long as you can abide by a rule of life that lets you fall asleep at night with some degree of contentment.
You make a kick-ass paella.
You have strong opinions about regional barbeque styles, and that vinegar-based Carolina-style sauce is garbage.
You sing. I've always had a soft spot for singers -- it's an amazing talent I can't help but admire, and am wholly unable to reproduce.
You've ever thought to yourself, "I should write a memoir."