Author: dberger

For the past few months I’ve been working with some like-minded watch enthusiast colleagues, and a couple of UK watch companies, on a design for a custom Axon watch. We’re getting really close to taking orders, so I posted about the project in a company wide Slack channel.

A colleague, who knows I’m leaving the company, messaged me and asked:

“Are you gonna buy one, or is the brand toxic now?”

I honestly didn’t find the question terribly surprising. What I found a little surprising was that I hadn’t really considered not buying one of the watches we were working on – even though I’ll be long gone from the company before it’s delivered. (Bespoke watches don’t happen overnight. It’s months between order and delivery.)

It’s tempting and not entirely unreasonable, really, to blame this on my watch … enthusiasm. Or on some variant of sunk cost – since I’d done most of the work on the project.

But I don’t think it’s either of those.

I think it’s an aspect of Annie Duke’s insight, that the right time to quit feels like quitting too soon, and that by the time it’s obvious you need to quit, you’ve waited too long.

We’ve probably all known people who’ve stayed at a company, or in a relationship, long past the point we think they’d be happier elsewhere.

We might be wrong… but we might also be right, and something is making them stay: a paycheck, or the promise of a payday around the corner; colleagues and friends they don’t want to lose contact with; the sense of prestige that comes from their title and role at a big-name firm that’s woven itself into their sense of self.

Whatever the reasons, they persist long past their “sell-by date.” And the motivation, belief, passion and commitment they used to feel twists and changes.

By the time they make the decision to quit – or the decision is made for them – all that’s left is disdain and a lingering sense of betrayal. That this was done to them. And that feeling colors everything that came before.

Many of us have experienced this a least once. For some of us it’s the experience every time we leave a job, or a relationship.

Acrimony and scorched earth.

I responded that I totally intend to buy a watch, and said “I’m not leaving ’cause I hate this place, I’m leaving ’cause my bet is that I’ll be ‘better out than in.’”

That led to a conversation about … all of this stuff. And specifically about how, for many of us, by the time we leave we’ve come to dislike the thing we’re leaving – at least a little.

I think we get there in the normal two ways – “gradually, then suddenly.”

The trick is to notice the “gradually” bit.

To spot that you’ve stepped onto a path that ends with wanting to burn everything to the ground.

My best advice, when you realize you’re on that path – when you notice that you’re keeping track of where the sticks & the marshmallows are in anticipation of the coming conflagration – is figure out how to fix it, or figure out how to leave.

It’s critical in those moments to remember that – job or relationship – past you chose to do this. It wasn’t done to you. It was your choice. Your decision. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Things change. This version of this thing maybe isn’t the thing you’d choose, if you were choosing now.

That’s okay.

The best thing you can do now, to borrow some wisdom shared with me, is “wake up smarter,” and make a different choice.

Early in my career I had an uncomfortable couple months that taught me that the correct number of times to decide to leave a company is once.

Sometimes you can get away with twice.

More than twice is almost always a bad idea.

So having decided (again) to leave Axon, I don’t expect there to be another do-over.

I did some thinking while we were traveling over the holidays and came to realize that while I still want to be doing something, I was less and less confident that what I was doing was that something.

Annie Duke, professional poker player turned author, describes quitting as a prediction problem. You should quit, she argues, when you’d bet that your future not doing the thing is going to be better than your future continuing to do it. Sh argues that it often feels like we’re quitting too soon – but that if you wait long enough to be sure quitting is the right move, you’ve probably waited too long.

By the time we got home I’d thought about it as much as I thought thinking about it could help.

All that was left was to place a bet.

Sometime last year, quite by accident, Dawnise and I found ourselves looking at Edward Jenner’s house over his garden gate.

Jenner may not be a household name, none the less his work pioneering vaccination has literally – no hyperbole or exaggeration – saved countless lives.

Vaccination isn’t perfect. Vaccination isn’t infallible. Vaccination saves lives.

We know all of these things to be true beyond any reasonable doubt.

We know that vaccination saves lives. In the immortal words of Richard Dawkins, “it works, bitches.”

A wise magician described science as, “a careful, disciplined, logical search for knowledge about any and all aspects of the universe, obtained by examination of the best available evidence and always subject to correction and improvement upon discovery of better evidence.”

“What’s left,” he went on to say, “is magic. And it doesn’t work.”

Along with millions and millions of other people, I’m likely alive because I’ve been vaccinated against a cadre of diseases that could have killed me in infancy. And my parents, and likely their parents, were vaccinated against diseases they subsequently didn’t get.

Diseases that didn’t kill them. Didn’t maim or cripple them. Or change the course of their lives.

The diseases we routinely vaccinate against have become vanishingly rare in vaccinated populations.

Which is entirely the point.

They’ve become rare enough that many of us have never seen someone affected by any of them. Rare enough that some of us have the luxury of asserting the threat of those diseases isn’t real.

We’ve succeeded in making these afflictions rare enough that we’ve collectively forgotten that not very long ago tens of thousands of people contracted paralytic poliomyelitis each year. We’ve forgotten what a hospital ward full of people who need iron lungs to breathe looks like.

Rare enough that some of us believe, despite a preponderance of evidence, that the risk of being vaccinated outweighs the risk of the disease.

The universe, of course, doesn’t give a toss what nonsense you believe.

Thanks to some of the physicians in charge of America’s vaccination advisory committee – like Dr. Kirk Milhoan – who believes that an individual’s right to choose takes primacy over public health – we may soon have a chance to refresh our collective memory.

“Good news, everyone!”

For the record, I believe he’s wrong. And I believe everyone – not just the people who follow his advice and “exercise their right to choose” – are worse off for having people like him in positions of authority.

I also don’t for a moment believe any argument will change his mind.

His position isn’t objective, or rational. It’s not likely to change when confronted with evidence, or a well reasoned argument. Anyway, assuming for a moment he didn’t get his medical degree from a box of Cracker Jack he’s surely seen the data. He’s surely studied the evidence.

And he’s chosen to value individual choice over collective benefit.

Or perhaps he’s betting on magic over science.

He might as well argue that it should be a surgeon’s choice whether they scrub in for a procedure. Or that it’s a a city’s choice to keep sewage out of the drinking water supply.

After all, the “germ theory of disease” is just a theory.

Of course theory doesn’t mean “personal belief,” or even “someone’s wild-assed guess.” A theory – about anything – is the best explanation we currently have – consistent with all the evidence we currently have. A theory helps us reason about and ultimately understand the thing in question.

Doctors, of all people, know this. Doctors, and engineers, are the people who most directly put science into practice. They use it to solve (and prevent) real problems. They use it to hopefully make the world a little better.

So it absolutely infuriates me that he has the nerve – the utter fucking audacity – to call himself a doctor while actively undermining one of the most effective tools we have to protect health. He’s encouraging people in his care – people who look to doctors for trustworthy advice and guidance – to forgo the best protection against these diseases science has.

<deep breath>

So be it.

As America chooses to turn its back on vaccination, no other country can force them to reverse course.

What other countries can do, and should do, is work to ensure that their populations are protected from America’s choices.

The risks from an individual choice to be unvaccinated absolutely shouldn’t be imposed on others.

Acountry might, for instance, make proof of vaccination against diseases they routinely vaccinate against a prerequisite for crossing their border.

Want to enter such a country? Show evidence that you’ve been vaccinated.

Each time Dawnise and I have relocated internationally, proof of vaccination against some set of things has been demanded as part of our entry paperwork. No vaccination, no entry visa.

During the COVID pandemic we demonstrated that it’s completely possible to scale those inspection mechanisms up to everyone traveling between countries.

Many of us don’t have ready proof of childhood vaccination. The straightforward answer is to get re-vaccinated.

Getting (re)vaccinated, managing and checking records – none of that is free. But the cost are low compared to what’s at stake.

I recognize that there are some people who really actually can’t be vaccinated. People for whom the vaccination itself actually carries material risk. I even know a few such people.

I also know there are a bunch of people who demand, and are often given exemptions for religious or philosophical reasons.

To me the line is bright and clear: a bone-fide medical exemption permits travel. A religious or philosophical exemption does not. If your god, or your philosophy, preclude vaccination they implicitly preclude international travel.

Because magic doesn’t work.

When someone meets Dawnise and asks her “what she does,” she often responds “I go to the theater!” This usually elicits a chuckle from the person asking. That’s intentional, but the the answer isn’t entirely a joke. Supporting live performance (sounds better than “going to the theater,” right?) is one of Dawnise’s (many) hobbies – she’s seen hundreds of shows since we moved to London in 2019, and because she’s innately frugal the average price paid for a ticket is surprisingly low. She also sews, paints, reads, and has become the primary user of our Steam account, playing odd and interesting games involving lots of puzzles and exploration and fairly few bullets.

When it looked like I’d be taking some time off work, Dawnise and I would chat on and off about what I might do while I wasn’t working. I had precious few specifics to offer, but I wasn’t worried – I figured I’d have plenty of things to do and wouldn’t get bored – at least for a fair while.

I ended up postponing taking time off, but that nagging question – “what will you do?” – won’t quite leave me alone.

Trying to answer has made me realize I don’t really have what you might call “a hobby.” Computers were an early hobby that turned into my field of study and subsequently into my profession. That a hobby turned into over three decades of gainful employment has meant that for most of my working life what I do hasn’t generally felt like “work.”

All these years later, however, and it’s fair to say that some of the shine has come off. I no longer think of computers as a hobby.

Why? Well, I have a truly marvelous explanation that this margin is too narrow to contain…

At any rate, I’ve been thinking about hobbies. And I’ve decided that “I need to find a few.”

So I’m building a list of potential hobbies. Well, really, I’m building a list of evaluation criteria.

I’m open to things with moderate startup costs, and reasonable (low) recurring costs. Whatever it is needs to be space efficient, ’cause we don’t have a bunch of spare room knocking about. If it’s outdoors, it has to be “London weather compatible” (turns out, it rains here, and the winter is chilly), and it needs to be “reasonably flexible” to schedule.

I have a guitar – two in fact – I should find a teacher and learn to play. It requires some scheduling, and lessons are an ongoing expense, but supporting a teacher and learning something feels like a totally worthy investment of time and money.

I also have a camera. I take it with me when we travel, but I shouldn’t only take it out when we’re getting on a plane or a train. London is huge and much of it – not just the touristy bits – are stupidly photogenic.

I also have a car, and there are plenty of things to see (and photograph) beyond London proper.

I don’t have a motorcycle here – the lack of a good (read: reasonably secure and out of the weather) place to park one has kept me from seriously considering “fixing” that – but I love the idea of taking the camera with me on motorcycle rides around the country (and the contingent). So maybe I take another tilt and figuring out where I can park a bike that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg or make it so inconvenient to access that I never do.

Finally I think I’d like to find a TTRPG group. I’ve played and run games on and off since I was nine or ten but haven’t regularly played in over a decade. I expect this will be tricky, as it involves finding other people whose priorities (schedules) and play styles align with mine.

So I have the start of a list. I’m sure there are other things I should consider, and, if I’m lucky, maybe someone reading this will drop me a note and make a suggestion.

Maybe even you.

12-December

As I write this, Dawnise and I are a train back to Krakow. We spent most of the day at Auschwitz.

I can’t yet put words to the thing.

Deciding to visit was very much in the category of “things we feel compelled do as an adult” not “things we want to do.” And it’s certainly not a thing I’m in a rush to do again.

Auschwitz is a place that should not be. A thing that should only exist in nightmares.

The place and events that transpired there are too terrible to contemplate. The horrors beyond imagining.

And yet it is.

Terribly, soul-crushingly, real. Refusing to fade into mist.

There were moments today I’ll likely remember forever.

And I was just a visitor.

We booked admission in November, once we’d decided to visit Krakow. Even well in advance there were no English tour slots available, so we booked individual entry.

A 90 minute bus trip from the Krakow central bus depot and we joined the queue, where our tickets and IDs were checked and we were ushered through a metal detector.

We stopped at the bookshop and bought the guidebook and entered the compound.

I may have taken a dozen steps before I felt tears on my cheeks.

When we emerged from the last building dark had fallen. The camp was eerily empty – I don’t think we saw anyone as we made our way to the exit. Any return buses had long since departed, so we walked through the freezing dark to the Oświęcim train station.

I chose to leave my camera at the hotel, and we took very few pictures. The place deserved our full presence and attention, without the comforting interference of a camera lens.

So we looked.

We saw.

And we will remember. We have no choice.

…

22-December

We left Krakow and met up with friends in Switzerland, spending most of a week between Basel and Zurich before returning to London.

I’m finishing this entry over a week later, and I still can’t put words to the thing.

So I’ll borrow some from the entry marker:

Genocide presents us with an image so appalling that it can be damaging even to look.

But we know we must look.

We know that repressing memory, willed forgetting, is perhaps the greatest danger we face as a species.

If we want to remain fully human, we have no choice but to confront and remember the past, to learn, and to act on what we’ve learned.

Steven Spielberg’s RIGHTEOUS PERSONS FOUNDATION

I was in Seattle last week, on what I expected to be my last work trip. While I was there, I was asked if I’d consider un-resigning and staying on to help with a thing.

If you read my post about about deciding to leave – and how I felt like I was leaving before I was “done” – you’d be forgiven for thinking staying would be an easy choice.

By last week I’d spent the better part of three months handing things off and starting to plan – ok, more imagine than plan, really – a new normal.

The idea of being “funemployed” had grown on me.

On the other hand, I meant what I said about wanting Axon to succeed.

I worked with someone, years ago, who said “show me you love me, don’t tell me you love me.” Investing (more) time and effort definitely felt like showing.

So I thought about it, got input from some colleagues, and Dawnise and I talked it through when I got home.

And this morning I agreed to rescind my resignation.

Is it the right choice? I’m not sure, but helping when someone asks for your help rarely feels like the wrong one.

Funemployment will wait a bit longer.

As someone who’s spent most of his career working in “at will” America, I find long notice periods… a little strange.

It seems sensible to keep your departure on the Q.T. for a while, so only people who “need to know” get told. But someone always needs to know, so your departure is never really a secret. And before long – and long before you’re gone – practically everyone knows.

Those days and weeks can feel a bit like attending your own wake, or listening to your own eulogy.

Some stop seeking your input, stop including you in conversations, even stop making eye contact. Some decide you can’t help them accomplish… whatever it is they’re trying to accomplish anymore, and stop involving you. Anything you’ve asked for tends to fall to the bottom of people’s priority lists, or on the floor, whichever is further.

People reach out to say farewell, or find out why you’re leaving, or both. And some, who regret that you’re leaving, try to get more shared time. Try to get more of whatever they think you’re good at, or good for, in the time that’s left.

It was one of those interactions that made me write this, and suggested its title.

A colleague, who I’ve come to respect as a co-worker and value as a friend, said some very kind words about the impact I’ve had over the time we’ve worked together.

All prefaced with “it goes without saying…”

And book-ended with “and the things that go without saying are often the things most worth saying.”

Absolutely true.

I don’t typically post about work, but then this isn’t really “about work” – it’s me wrapping my head around something. No offense, but you’re sorta along for the ride.

A few years back – as the pandemic was loosening its grip on the world – I had left Amazon, and was happily “bumming around London,” when I got a note from a Amazonian colleague. He had taken a new role at a company I’d never heard of, and wanted to chat about working together again. Over breakfast.

“Breakfast sounds great,” I said, “but I’m not really looking for a job right now.”

After breakfast, and video chats with a couple other folks, I flew to Seattle for what turned out to be the first on-site interview most of my panel had done since the pandemic. Looking for it or not, it seemed a new thing had found me.

When Axon extended an offer and asked me to join I couldn’t delay any more, I had to really decide what I thought about the company and its products.

My decisions about where to work, and what to work on, have always been guided by a few rules, the top one being “I don’t want my code to kill people.” When I had the chance, early in my career, to work on medical device software I decide not to – because I didn’t like the idea of my code killing people by accident. And I’ve never chosen to work on things that kill people by design, like weapons systems.

When Axon was founded, 30-odd years back, it wasn’t called Axon – and it didn’t do software. It was called TASER, and that’s mostly what it did. The TASER is a weapon, no matter how you slice it. A “less lethal” one for sure, but a weapon. I wouldn’t be joining to work on TASER – I’d be working on real time and situational intelligence tools for first responders – but TASER was a proverbial elephant in the room.

So I think it’s fair to say that the decision to join Axon was one of the most carefully considered career choices I’ve ever made.

I turned the decision over and over. Stared at it from every angle. I talked to friends. I got input from people I expected would tell me why joining was the stupidest thing I could do, and from people I guessed would argue the opposite. I didn’t always get what I predicted. I looked into the company. Its founder. The things they built. The customers they built those things for…

Ultimately, I decided that as much as I wish law enforcement didn’t need TASERS – or firearms – the TASER seemed like a tool that could make things better. And making things better seemed… better.

I’ve told bits of that story to hundreds of the candidates I’ve interviewed since joining. I’ve encouraged them to think about the implications of working on systems that are mission critical – and sometimes safety or life critical. One of the senior leaders sometimes calls it a “sacred responsibility,” and while I might choose different words, I understand and agree with the sentiment. The responsibility, and the associated ways of working it encourages, aren’t a good fit for everyone. They demand thinking critically about choices and tradeoffs, and being willing to fly in the face of commonly accepted industry best practices – what’s right for selling consumer goods and services, or selling advertisements and sharing cat pictures on the internet, isn’t clearly right for building systems people rely on to keep themselves and others safe. Moving fast and breaking things is a terrible idea when it puts people in harm’s way.

My time at Axon has taught me a bunch.

About public safety, and the people who choose to walk that path.

About the tools we ask first responders to use while doing their jobs.

About how it feels to go 70mph – the wrong way on a 20mph street – in the back of a Met patrol car, lights flashing and siren screaming. Whenever I think “I’m a pretty good driver,” I’ll think about the police constable who was weaving the patrol car through impossibly tight spots that I swear didn’t even exist until he was in them; and for whom this race through London toward danger was just a Tuesday…

And along the way, I learned some things about myself.

Three years on Axon and I have reached a fork in the road, and our paths are diverging.

There’s no one simple reason. The London R&D center I joined to help grow from nothing has grown – to over a hundred in and around London. And the company continues to grow globally year over year. What a company needs changes as it grows. And I started getting the distinct feeling that what I’m good at – and the ways I most enjoy contributing – were falling out of alignment with the company’s needs.

I was growing less and less confident that I was in the right place, doing the right things, right now.

I still looked for ways to stay. I worked with leadership to create a new role that we were optimistic I’d be both happy and effective in. Sadly after the first couple months in that role it was clear to everyone it wasn’t going to work out as hoped.

I tried to convince myself there was at least one more viable thing to try, but evidence was piling up that I was trying to fit a me-shaped peg into a someone-else-shaped hole.

In retrospect, perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised that deciding to leave was just as difficult as deciding to join. But it was difficult, and I was surprised. Deciding to quit was hard, for a bunch of reasons – all the “normal” ones, and some I struggled to put words around.

Lots of companies have a mission statement. They hang it on a wall in a lobby, or the executive offices. They trot it out in shareholder letters, or during shareholder meetings.

Axon has a mission.

An audacious and seemingly impossible mission. We’re out to obsolete the bullet, and incredibly, impossibly, we’re actually making progress.

(I know, it sounds impossible, or maybe just charmingly naive.  I've become convinced it's neither of those. Axon's founder and CEO Rick Smith talks about the company, the vision and the mission with Joubin Mirzadegan in this episode of Grit - give it a listen, see if he convinces you, too.)

And I had no idea, when I joined, how much having “a mission that matters” would matter to me.

Still, that didn’t change the situation on the ground, and failing to find a better path, I handed in my notice.

I’m parting ways with some great colleagues, and folks I hope to keep as friends. And I’m leaving a company I feel more emotionally invested in than most anything else I can point at in my career.

I don’t yet know what comes next. Some time off, catching up on things work displaces in life. Hopefully more travel.

And if I’m very lucky at some point the next thing will find me. Again.

I want Axon to succeed in its mission to Protect Life, and I think the best way I can support that right now is to help Axon find people who contribute to that success.

So if you or someone you know are looking for a place to have outsized positive societal impact, and are based in Seattle, San Francisco, Phoenix, Atlanta, Boston, London, Brussels, Tampere, Ho Chi Minh City, or anywhere Axon has a hub, drop me a line. I’m more than happy to make introductions.

Remember when the president of the United States didn’t routinely sound like a petulant 3rd grader?

Yeah, me too.