John’s locker

Actually, I’m starting from the middle and working my way to either end.  Back up, erase, restart.  My name is Jim.  It’s not my full name, but being named after your father, and your grandfather kinda limits your options.  Just about every male child, in my father’s extended family, was named after my grandfather.  Every permutation of William (known to man) has been used in my family and so I am Jim.  Occasionally I am James or “WILLIAM JAMES” when my parents or one of my two sisters is scolding me.

I am 48, a former Marine (never an ex-Marine or I’ll clobber ya), and I work for the United States Department of Homeland Security, Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement, Federal Protective Service  in region nine (California, Arizona, Nevada, and Hawaii).   Since that’s quite a mouthful I reckon that I’ll just shorten it to R-9 FPS. 

I design electronic security countermeasures, manage projects, manage the alteration of real property, design and manage the emergency law enforcement communications system for my region, manage the computer network, and serve as the ISSO for my agency.  In my off time I’m a fair-to-middling guitar and harmonica player (blues, jazz, folk, country, and rock.)

I am also a discovering alcoholic with a passion for Graves pure grain alcohol, arrogant bastard ale, and Mike’s hard cranberry lemonade.

As things stand, right now, I am in the middle of transitioning from one job to another.  I have a conditional letter of employment with the United States Capitol Police.  This is a good opportunity for me because, even though it means less money, it also means I can be closer to my family in Massachusetts.  It also means I have more opportunity AND I get to drive across country to get to my new job.  I’m psyched.  If only nothing goes sideways…

More later

~ by johnlocke on July 3, 2008.