I was 19 years old (just shy of age 20) when I started working for Digital Equipment Corporation, today commonly known as DEC. At the time it was the second largest computer company in the world (IBM was the leader). It’s a job I fell into through a brief Manpower temp contract. I was new to the Boston area and in many respects of my life I had no idea what I was doing. I was hired because of how quickly I could navigate computer systems, fix issues, and do both technical writing and coding. I had completed the week long Manpower “Digital basics” program before lunch that first Monday.
Every once in a while I’ll dream about working at Digital again. The dreams usually take place in the present day but with many aspects of 1988 hanging around; things like using the technology from that era to solve problems for today. As with most of my dreams, the technology is never quite “right” and then the frustration aspect of the dream starts. I suppose this is much like college graduates dreaming years later that they’re late for psychology class or something.
This dreamed kicked in some pre-sunrise ponderings about the kindness of the people I worked with, and how these folks, much older than me, did many things to make sure that as a very young adult figuring out life, I was taken care of. There were times I didn’t have enough money to buy lunch, and Dawn would loan me $5 so I could buy a salad. Or when I was waiting for a dentist appointment because one of my wisdom teeth was going nuts, and Anne booked me with her dentist to take care of it right away. Or when the team’s HR representative, Cheryl, figured out we lived in the same apartment building and because I was a neighbor, she let me take her car out at lunch time to run errands when my car was not running. And then there was Donna, who was my best friend at work. She once heard me making distressing noises on a phone call when a man I was dating at the time was yelling at me. He was listing my personality faults and telling me why I was a horrible gay man, an outcast, etc. As I started to explain and apologize for being who I am, Donna came over, took the phone away from me mid sentence, hung up the phone and said to me, “Don’t ever talk to him again.”
I didn’t.
I learned a lot about the kindness of people during my days at Digital. I like to think that somewhere there is a 19 year old just getting their start in their professional life, with little sense of where they’re going, but surrounded with people pushing them and guiding them.
Sometimes the brain fires off a dream that kicks off a pondering moment. And this dream, though it was lending itself to frustration, kicked off some good memories and made me realize, there are good people in the world and I need to continue being one of them.
Sometimes we all need a little nudge.
