
First off, thanks to everyone who has been reading this blog!  I would love to hear your comments and feedback.  Many of you have been wondering, how the hell did I end up in Montana at Lone Peak Brewery?  I skipped over this story completely in my first blog post, well here is the rest of it.
I left off, sitting in a cube, at a chemical process equipment company in Minneapolis.  Cube life just isn't for me.  I don't have anything bad to say about the company or industry I was in, I just knew from day one that I was destined for a different path.  Now, I had been trying to find a brewing job since I graduated college.  "Come on," I thought, "I have a ChemE degree from the U of M!  Getting a job in the brewing industry should be easy."  Boy was I wrong!
My first applications went out to Miller, Coors, A-B, and Sam Adams.  All online applications.  Here is advice for anyone who applies for jobs online, it is a waste of time.  I never heard back from any of them.  Even with a contact at Miller Brewery, I never could get near the door.  Soon I decided that networking was the only way I could pull off getting a job.  Who the hell do I network with?  I don't know anyone in the industry... ANYONE. 
By now, I had discovered a website, www.probrewer.com.  ProBrewer is a GREAT resource for the brewing industry and finding job posting.  I started applying for every job posting that I found.  I only got back a few responses from my resumes and cover letters.  Most of them telling me "you don't have enough experience" (it seems the standard request is 3-5 years experience).  That is a bullshit request!  At least for the dedicated and determined!  
So now was the time to start hitting up the local beer scene, and hitting it hard.  I emailed every local brewer and brewery owner that I could.  What did I ask for?  Advice, lunch, a brew day, anything to teach me more.  I joined the BeerAdvocate community.  I started showing up to beer events.  While at the events I made it a point to introduce myself to everyone who would look at me, salesmen, brewers, owners, supporters, distributors, even random bar patrons.  Soon I found myself emailing with beer reps; I got to spend a day brewing at Tyranena; I sat down to lunch with the CEO of JJ Taylor and the owner of Summit Brewery.  The only reason any of these people helped me was because I asked for help.  I got some great advice and great perspectives on the industry, but still not the big break that I had been looking for.  I had an idea how to open the door though.
My next plan was brewing school.  I have been accepted to the Master Brewer's Program at UC Davis and for a Master's Degree in Brewing and Distilling at Heriot-Watt University.  My plan was to attend one of these programs when my time (and money) permitted, I would use my brewing education as the key to open the door!
Now it was March, 2009.  I was in Big Sky, Montana, with my girlfriend Kelly and her family on a ski trip.  Thankfully I was fortunate enough to tear apart my ACL doing karate a few months earlier and couldn't ski.  So what else is there to do in a ski town?  It so happens that there is a brewery in Big Sky, Lone Peak Brewery to be exact.  I had actually found a job posting on ProBrewer for Lone Peak a year before: "Small craft brewery, located in ski town, mountainside condo provided..." Are you kidding me?  I couldn't even describe my dream job better.  Too bad that Steve, the owner of the brewery wrote me an email saying that I was not experienced enough (or so he thought).
Back to the story, I couldn't ski, so I used my talents for talking to people, networking, asking for things, and I went to the brewery and asked to meet the owner.  We had a beer together.  I introduced myself as an aspiring brewer and I asked him if I could spend the day making beer with him later that week.  He thought it was a great idea and loved to help me learn a little about my future job and accepted.  
It was Thursday, Kelly's family was on the mountain, and I showed up to the brewery at 10AM to make a batch of Hopfest '09.  It is hard for me to explain exactly what happened that day.  I can't say that I did anything extraordinary.  All I did was show up, be myself, and work hard.  What happened at the end of the day was a miracle though.  Steve asked me "So, what do you think about coming back here in the summer to brew with me?"  I WAS FINALLY IN!  I FINALLY HAD MY FOOT IN THE DOOR!  (This is by far the hardest part for this industry)
Here I am!  I'm at my ultimate dream job (for now at least).  How did I get here?  I had the confidence to network and talk to anyone who was remotely related to my dream job.  Sometimes I would find myself sitting at a table with beer salesmen and distributors who I had nothing in common with and knew noone, Akward!  Sometimes I was told I was a waste of someone else's time.  Sometimes I was laughed at.  I never let any of that get me down. 
Right now I am writing this story because this is the story that I wish I could have been reading for the last two years while I was doing my searching.
Skoal, Prosit, and Cheers to the confidence to never give up!