a true story
( Okay. This story is only funny
because it's sad
, sad because it's true
Some few years ago (you can figure out how many after you read the story) after quitting a stint at a small failing software startup
, I get a call from an old college
chum, lets call him "Nicholas".
So "Nicholas" says to me, "Dude, how'd you like to help me n "Laurel" n "Knute" with starting up an internet bookstore..."
and goes on to explain the scheme... They had at least eight guys lined up, I would have been Employee Number Nine
The following items run through my head in no particular order
. It takes all of 30 seconds:
1) "Nicholas" and his buddies were always flakes
sucks ass, why would I ever want to move there?
3) "Nicholas" and his buddies know jack shit about computers
4) Some banker-type
guy "Nicholas" met in New York is in charge of the whole deal, he's probably a moron.
5) And Seattle pretty much sucks ass.
So you can pretty much figure out the rest of the story for yourselves. "Nicholas" retired and took his girlfriend on an 'open-ended' tour of Europe
, "Knute" retired and bought a posh retreat on Bainbridge Island
, "Laurel" still works there cause he only has 2 Ferraris
, and we all
lived happily ever after, right?