Our grass-killing seems to have worked. After cutting the grass close to the ground, covering it with cardboard, then covering the cardboard with mulch to build up flower beds, we let them sit for a couple of weeks before planting.
On Mother’s Day weekend, we dug more than 150 holes, dropping perennials, annuals, and herbs into our newly formed beds. Now, the garden is growing. Most of the plants are still small, but echincea buds are plumping up, milkweed is blooming, basil is flourishing, and butterflies are finding us.
When I wrote about our new record player, my dad left a comment on the post:
Remember, I have about ten feet of vinyl you’re welcome to browse the next time you’re here!
I’m here now, and oh my goodness have I browsed. Sunday was a rainy, blustery day at my folks’ house, so we spent the day indoors. I made myself a cup of coffee, went down the stairs to my dad’s man cave, and started flipping through albums.
My dad asked, “Do you want to listen to some while you search?” and we put on an old Rod Stewart album, then Queen, then a Beatles album my daughter picked out.
Mom’s Beatles collection
I got more and more excited as a looked, remembering albums I had listened to when I lived at home, and finding others I appreciate even more now as an adult. Every ten seconds I texted my husband. “23 Beatles albums!” “OMG, U2, Simon & Garfunkel. Do you like The Who?” “Should I grab Chicago?” “I’ve got the Star Wars soundtrack in my lap :-)”
As I searched, Dad found a few he hadn’t digitized yet, so he’s got a stack he’s working on before we leave. Cream. Pink Floyd. Jesus Christ Superstar.
I don’t have enough room in the car for all the albums we’re taking with us, and my husband is dying to know what I grabbed. I have a feeling I’m going to have to find a new place for my books. It looks like an entire shelf will be filled with vinyl when I get home.
West Side Story!Stack of vinylA few I know my husband will like
For the first week of summer, I brought our kids to my parents in Georgia, to the tidal playground of my childhood home. Before we arrived, my dad studied his charts to find the path through “the cut,” a serpentine route we navigated on summer days 20 years ago to get to an uninhabited barrier island south of us.
Riding through marshes on a rising tideMy parents and I wanted the kids to experience that boat ride, and the island at the end.
A beach to ourselves Angel wing Our island Palm tree roots and trunk
Sun bleached palm trunk
Riding in boats through salt marshes
Fallen palm tree on beach
Beach on uninhabited barrier island of Georgia
Marshes from the boat
Big sky, marshes, and a palm tree.
Tree trunk bench
The waters and the islands have changed quite a bit. Barrier islands migrate, and tidal waterways shift. But the ride, and the islands at the end, were as quiet, natural, and beautiful as I remember.
Working from a screened porch on the coast of Georgia.
For the first time in over a year and a half at Automattic, I am taking full advantage of the fact that I can work from anywhere. This summer, my husband and I grappled with how to get our kids from Virginia to Georgia and Florida so they could spend time with their grandparents in each state.
We talked about meeting one set of grandparents halfway, then those grandparents meeting the other grandparents halfway again, then sending the kids home from Florida to Virginia unaccompanied on an airplane.
That would have worked, except that it would have cost us more money than we wanted to spend, and it would have created a lot of driving for the grandparents. Plus, my husband and I wanted the chance to see our parents, but neither of us could justify taking two weeks off to visit everyone, plus another week for our own family vacation in August.
Then one day it hit me. Duh. I can work from anywhere. As long as I have my laptop and wifi, I’m all set. I can be the ultimate mom taxi: drive the kids to the grandparents 7 and 15 hours away and get to hang out with everyone in the evenings when my workday is done
So this morning, I worked from my parents’ screened porch on the coast of Georgia. And as a bonus, I got to use my mom’s laptop to test software on a different operating system and browser configuration than I usually use.
Emily Triplett Lentz and Andrea Badgley. Photo credit Ben Macaskill.
“How should we do the intro? Should Andrea reveal the slide, or do you want to do that when you get up there?” Scott looked to Emily Triplett Lentz, writer for Help Scout’s blog, who would soon take the stage to share their 2016 Customer Support Salary Study with SupConf attendees.
I looked to Emily for her answer as well, and as she spoke, I saw some of the coolest earrings I’ve ever seen. Long golden tear drops, substantial, dangling perfectly, 3 inches of shiny, sleek metal. I reached out to touch one, felt its weight, tipped it to see how smoothly it moved on its hook.
And then realized I had just touched a stranger’s earring. I looked at Emily, horrified. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t help myself — I don’t know why I just did that!” I looked at Scott, SupConf’s lead organizer. “Oh my god, did I violate our code of conduct?”
He and Emily were laughing hard enough that I felt maybe she’d forgive me. “You’re fine,” she giggled.
The next day, the two of them were chatting in the back of the room. I approached to say hi, and Emily pulled the hair back from one of her ears. “Do you want to touch them?” she asked. We all laughed (and yes, I did want to touch them, and yes, I did touch them).
It wasn’t until a couple of days later, when I struggled to recall the everything from SupConf, that I realized Emily and I made a connection. The connection has nothing to do with support, or with our careers, or with anything substantive from the conference. It has everything to do with goofiness and with breaking down barriers, though, and it is memorable.
This is the magic of getting together in real life. Thanks for letting me touch your earring, Emily. I now follow the Help Scout blog because of this, and will always feel like Emily and I are pals.
Several months ago, Scott Tran of the Support Driven community asked me some questions about an internal mini-conference I had organized for Automattic‘s annual meetup. He was thinking about organizing a conference for support professionals, and he’d never organized a conference before.
I was excited to share what I knew, as little as it was. I had never organized a public conference before, either. We laughed, swapped stories, and signed off of our call smiling and happy.
A couple of weeks later, Scott contacted me with some follow up questions about speaker wrangling, which I answered. And then he asked, “Would you like to help me plan this conference?”
😱
I was out of town at the time, was buried under a lot of work, and had no idea how I would fit planning a conference into my full time job and crammed schedule of M-W swimming, Tu-Th soccer, swim meets, soccer tournaments, groceries, laundry, eating, and plain old family time. I fretted over the decision, knowing my life would be much easier if I said no.
Customer support is a noble profession with a bad reputation. Customer support is the face and voice of a company; support is the human element, the connector. Support professionals are thinkers, problem solvers, communicators, helpers. Yet customer support professionals get little respect. We get glazed eyes and blank looks when we answer the question, “What do you do for a living?” We shy away from explaining our jobs, we hedge, we hide what we do because we shrink from the reaction we’ll get.
And so I said yes. SupConf needed to happen. We needed a place where we could gather, learn from each other, teach each other, and figure out how to blaze the path of support as a career. If I could help bring it into the world, I wanted to contribute in any way I could.
Scott had a clear vision of what he wanted the conference to look like. It would be small, to encourage engagement and discussion among attendees. The talks would be professional and would have clear, actionable takeaways for attendees. The conference would be more than speakers talking at an audience. It would capitalize on the unique feature of a conference: that people from around the world gather in a physical space in person. Scott wanted to take advantage of that and get people talking to each other.
Other organizers started joining, and as a group, we found a space, we put out calls for speakers and sponsors. We started thinking about how to realize the SupConf dreams. We organized the program into themes and instituted a talk development program where each speaker had a mentor. We selected speakers blind, with no knowledge of their names, companies, or speaking experience.
Each talk would have followup questions on the screen after the speaker exited the stage so small discussion groups could form. We had breakout sessions after each theme where attendees could talk to the speakers. And instead of an after party, we hosted a dinner the first night where each table was seeded with topics and question cards related to problems support teams are looking to solve.
Table topics and schedule
We were doing all kinds of things differently, and we had no idea how it would land. Would people talk to each other? Would they vote on table topics? Would they actually turn to their neighbors to discuss the the follow up questions? Would they visit the speakers in the breakouts and have more in depth conversations? Would it be okay that there was no booze? A small number of attendees? No afterparty?
The answer to all of those, to our very great delight, was yes. Not only did attendees turn to their neighbors to discuss the questions, they turned their chairs to form dozens of small circles. There was no awkward silence. Instead, we felt we were often pulling folks out of deep discussions in order to keep the program moving.
In other words, our dreams for SupConf were realized. As with all things, it can be improved, and we are looking forward to the feedback we will get from attendees. For a first time event, and for never having helped organize a real conference before, I will go out on a limb and say it was a success.
I am still absorbing the experience. I am so proud, and so honored to have been involved in the very first SupConf. It will take me a while to process the actual content that speakers and attendees shared with us, but fortunately recap posts are already up:
Thank you to the attendees, who made SupConf the amazing event that it was. And thank you to these folks for making it such a pleasure to bring SupConf into the world:
SupConf organizers: myself, Nykki Yeager, Bill Bounds, Diana Potter, Scott Tran, Andrew Spittle, Mercer Smith-Looper
My mentee group: Nykki, Jeremey, me, Mireille, Bill
Butterfly Mind 