Hi. Ever wanted to know what it would be like to
run an
internet startup?
No you don't. I'll
prove it to you--yeah, that's right; I'm
running the rat-race even as we speak. And my
life IS a
shark-infested pool of
rapidly cooling
coffee, believe me. Imagine--going
quickly broke because you had this
great idea, but all the while you're going
broke people are
screaming eight- and nine-digit figures at you like you should get your
Prowler in the mail
real soon, just
wait and see. Sometimes dealing with the utter
optimism that gets
slung at you is
harder than trying to
reconcile that
projected phone bill of
three-point-seven MILLION dollars in your
third year.
Oh, and my
job, my
work "environment", is straight out of fucking
Twin Peaks. "
Surreal" doesn't even
begin to cover it. It's a whole lot of
paranoia and
acting and
plotting and
having philosophical breakdowns because the whole goddamn thing is so
stiff, so
dark and
dusty and freakin'
dangerous that there's no
time for you to become
accustomed to it, and you walk around from
meeting to
lie and
back again like someone
out of time.
It makes you act insane. It puts such a
level of uncertainty into daily existence that even a
chaos mage would
have a heart attack. I know. You
float around in a constant
state of
mild psychosis; prepared for
amazing victory or
stunning defeat at least
two or three times a day; you will
develop different personalities.
In short, I
highly recommend it for
bored people looking for a thrill, or
frighteningly ambitious people, or
chaos mages in training...oh, and of course,
borderline psychotics who want to see
how far they can push it.