(This is one in a series of essays I’m writing about my life. A specific kind of autobiography, I guess. The rest of these essays are here.)
I used to work in the post room at the head office of a national dairy company in England. Due to the nature of the job and the general attitude of a bored twenty-four-year-old, there were periods during the day when the boredom took me out of the post room and off to a little office out of sight of the main working area, where a lone computer with an internet connection stood idle.
I hadn’t much experience of the internet back then. My computer experience had been gained at school, when computing meant writing code or playing Zalaga whilst the computer club supervisor’s back was turned. I don’t remember the first time I used the internet, but I do remember that the stolen time I spent using Compuserve and Altavista to find interesting websites invested me with a life-long passion for the medium.
After a couple of years skiving whenever I got the chance, I got a better job within the same company and was tasked by the head of marketing to find out more about the internet and how it could be used within the business. These early forays only convinced me (and him) that an agency should be engaged to create a website. The process made me interested in making websites too, so I began learning how to use Netscape Navigator Gold to make web pages.