The one that doesn't fit
Six chapters in, this is the one that looks like it wandered in from someone else's résumé.
It didn't. It was here first.
From 1998 to 2000 I designed, built and maintained Intel's internal web sites —
back when the way you got that job was being the person who had already worked out how. Then two
decades of everything above: the agency, the cameras, the businesses, the brand systems.
I came back in 2019, this time validating silicon and server hardware —
processors, motherboards, the occasional PCIe card. No cameras, no clients, no concepts.
Something has been designed and built, and before it goes near a customer, somebody determines
whether it actually does what it claims. Before the org restructured I led that team: seven
reports, and I did the hiring.
Here's the part that belongs in this timeline. In 2021 the lab had a problem nobody owned:
over a thousand pieces of pre-production silicon across several labs and hundreds of trays,
with no tracking and no tray identity. Finding a part meant looking by hand — thirty minutes
on a normal day, an hour for anything that hadn't moved in a while.
Nobody asked me to fix it. I got tired of spending thirty minutes a pop looking for
silicon. So I designed a coding system that gave every tray and product a real
identity, built a web database on top of it, and the hand-search became a lookup. At peak, one
program alone ran two pieces of silicon per board across a couple of hundred test systems.
It's still what the lab uses, five years on.
Read that with the rest of this page in mind, because it's the same sentence every time. The
renovation suite: nothing tied design to cost to permits, so I built one. The finance app: I
wanted my money private and mine, and nobody makes that. The lab: I was tired of looking for
silicon. See the missing tool, build the missing tool.
The other half of this job is what it taught me about being unimpressed. “It ran without
errors” is not “it's correct.” The defect that kills you is never the loud one — it's the
plausible one, the confident wrong number on a document that looks finished.
The deposit: judgment as a paid discipline — and proof the builder's instinct predates
AI making construction cheap.