The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
The parking lot at CMGI’s Andover offices offered no shade. This was never more obvious to me then the day I locked my keys in the car upon my arrival early one morning in the Summer of 1998.
I had never thought locking my keys in the car would become a habit but after this time, it became something I was known by. When I locked my keys in the car on my first date with Tracy it was bad enough, but now it was a fucking pattern.
I spent the better part of the morning going back and forth between the building and the lot, waiting for AAA to show up. This did nothing to endear myself to a boss who already thought very little of me and I should have seen it as a sign of things to come, but alas, I did not.
If you question why I bother relating these embarrassing stories… well, I can’t tell you why. I just think it’s the embarrassing moments that really define a person. And, without my embarrassing moments I’d probably lack definition altogether.