But Reid—born Joy-Ann Lomena—has either the Save the planet earth shirt and I will buy this advantage of the extra pressure of claiming membership in two different, sometimes socially separate, communities. She is both African American and part of that group of first-generation immigrants whose parents came to the United States after the 1965 Hart-Celler Immigration Act cleared the way for people of color from across the world. Her father, a geologist, came from the Congo. Her mother, a nutritionist (and later a professor at Northern Colorado), Guyana. When her father left Reid and her two siblings early into her childhood, her mother raised the family alone in Denver. Her mom was up to the task. She took them on long car trips. She wanted her children to know that they should never be denied anything based on their race. Harvard? Stanford? Yale? These schools were all within reach. She taught them to seek a life of adventure. To live without fear. To never let anyone tell them no. Reid would have to lean on her own fortitude far earlier than anyone really should. She would get to Harvard. But weeks before she began classes, cancer felled her mom. Reid had wanted to study medicine because, well, her family wanted her to. By the time she started school, she had lost faith in doctors, all doctors. She struggled that first year with the invariable depression and darkened outlook one has when you lose a parent so young. She left Cambridge for New York, returning the following year to study film. It would prove a fortunate route. After graduation in 1991, she moved to New York, eventually landing a job at the School of Visual Arts. There, she met her future husband, the film editor Jason Reid, whom she married in 1997. In Florida, the two began to raise their three children, and Reid freely moved between life in media and politics. There was a column in the Miami Herald, posts at two different Florida television stations, a pit stop with an advocacy group devoted to stopping George W. Bush’s second term, talk radio, a job with the Florida arm of Barack Obama’s 2008 presidential campaign. There, she laid out a future that has largely come to pass: She wanted to write a best-selling book. (She got that with her 2019 work, The Man Who Sold America: Trump and the Unraveling of the American Story.) She wanted to pay off her college debt. And she wanted to be on Hardball.
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As a young professional, I was often in over my head. Dunning-Kruger and all that, or really, just the Save the planet earth shirt and I will buy this hubris that comes with programming. For reasons I don’t recall, I wrote a script that dropped a table from a relational database, removing both the data and the structure. It took several people most of a day to get that working again. I worked for a company that made high-speed credit card printers. I was on a project building software that managed the whole card production process, end-to-end. My component was pretty much the operational core, and it included jobs that could be stopped and started. My architect insisted that, if a stopped job was stopped, the system should error out (throw an exception). Imagine pressing pause on your DVD player, then pressing pause again and having the DVD player crash, taking 15 minutes and significant work to come back up. I fought against it, but it was his decision. What I anticipated happening did happen at an alpha site, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The customer backed out, furious, ultimately leading to the project is all but canceled, and most of us (including me and the architect and eventually everyone above me, up through the CEO) to lose our jobs. Not with me but the person sitting next to me in the staff room. We were both teachers working in a wealthy area. The teacher in question took every single Monday off for the entire first half of the school year. His timetable was such his workload included only his bad classes and none of his good and an extra lunchtime class plus after school duty. She rang to thank him for all his support so he could take Monday off so he could have Chemotherapy. He had terminal cancer and had died. The Head was as shocked as I was as he told nobody he was sick bar the principal as he did not want to be treated differently. He knew he was dying but still came to work to help his senior class as he promised them he gets them through. Unfortunately, he died before this could happen. He did look well but glassy-eyed which I know was due to levels of morphine he was on. A second story is about my great grandfather. Never took a day off but took a few hours off when he lost some fingers at work to get stitched up and returned later that day to apologize for leaving the company in the lurch