I may live to regret this decision, but I have turned commenting back on for the last 25 posts. I’m using Disqus so I can moderate it and prevent spam comments. This is really just an experiments, so I don’t know how long I’ll leave it on.
If you work in an office, sooner or later, you will experience at least one thing that happens in the movie “Office Space.” Unfortunately, I’ve experienced several in my career. This is just one of them.
Back in 2000 I took a job with a software startup that relocated us to Chicago. It seemed like a good idea…at the time. Within a month of moving and starting, I was told the company was moving to the Bay Area. Ironically, it’s where they had just moved us from. There was an insincere offer to relo us back, but we weren’t up for another cross-country move. Instead, I got a six month package and paid to stick around to help with the transition.
The board replaced the CEO I reported to with someone who lived in San Francisco, and didn’t want to move. Let’s call her Sharon, as I don’t remember her name. She figured it was a good idea to just fire most of the people in Chicago and start over with a skeleton crew out west.
Sharon arrived with her new exec team of former consultants, not technologists. They knew nothing about the product, but it didn’t matter to them.
The next few days were spent trapped in a conference room being told how valuable we were to the company despite knowing our days were numbered. The product was way behind and customers were getting antsy. They patronized us, because they needed someone to deliver the sanitized, bad news they were about to concoct.
They spent hours torturing ideas into an explanation of why the product wasn’t technically late. They reached consensus on a story with just enough plausible deniability. They turned to me and said, “what do you think, can you deliver that?” I nodded and replied, “I can do sincere.” I could tell by their awkward chuckles they didn’t know whether they were in on the joke, or the butt of it.
We broke for lunch. When I came back, Jeff, the old CEO said I wasn’t needed for the rest of the meeting. Relieved, I went back to my desk and surfed the Internet.
The next morning I came in early and Jeff called me into his office. He asked, “what was that all about yesterday?!” I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture and asked what in the hell did he expect. By now, I was angry and raising my voice. I didn’t just move 2000 miles to be someone’s stooge. I’ll be stuck here doing their dirty work, and they’ll be in California. Fuck those guys.
On the way to my office, I noticed Sharon’s goons were already in. They had to have heard everything I said. Jeff’s door was open.
They came into my office, and started asking what kinds of things I like to do acting like they didn’t hear anything. I told them I like doing what I was hired for, leading product design. They told me someone else will be doing that job, as if they were relieving me of a burden. They were worried, I might get bored with nothing to do.
I knew they were hoping to extract some value out of the 6 months severance they were stuck having to pay me. I reminded them, technically I don’t have to do anything to get paid out. So that’s what I did. After 2 days of showing up at the office to do nothing, they told me to just stop showing up.
I don’t know exactly when, but within a year of the whole ordeal, they were out of business like many of the other startups of that era.
The summer between freshman and sophomore year in college I planned to live with my grandparents and paint houses for money. I was looking forward to it having worked only in restaurants before. I loved the idea of being outside all summer, plus it paid better than the minimum of $3.35 an hour at the time.
Our friend Paul had a painting business everyone wanted to work for. My buddy Dennis told me he got enough gigs to last the whole summer and wanted my help. I envisioned the perfect midwest summer of sipping beer and listening to music.
One perk was not having to get a haircut. I had quite a mop going and wanted to go for a surfer bum look. I had really dark brown hair and even after 2-3 bottles of Sun-in, the best I could do was orange.
Disappointment came quickly. Dennis really only had one house to paint and he wanted it for himself. I guilted him into splitting it with me because I had nothing else lined up, and Summer had already started.
Instead of making a couple thousand bucks that summer, I was only netting $150, and even that wasn’t a guaranteed if I was dependent on Dennis paying me.
My folks arrived with on the last day of my painting gig and were not fans of the new look. Mom said I looked like a god-damned Aborigine. She insisted I color it, so we applied some Just for Men, and I was back in black. When the light hit just right, it looked purple.
The news about the job didn’t go down well. Fortunately, my grandma’s cleaning lady Janet had connections. Both her kids worked at Bob Evans, the breakfast place, not the sausage factory.
They needed waitstaff, and even though I didn’t have waiting experience, I did know my way around the restaurant biz. The job was mine to lose, I just had to lie and say I had dropped out of college and wouldn’t be going back to Champaign in the fall.
I started on a Tuesday night and reported to the night time manager Glenn. Like me, he wore a black string tie and short sleeved shirt. The only difference, his was yellow and mine white. He kept his part of the orientation brief by saying, “We’ve got some mean mean bitches here. Just stay out of their way.” Then he let the video do the rest of the talking.
That summer, I cleaned up. Of all the places I waitered later I never made as much as I did there. Weekends were the best, I turn tables 3-4 times in a 6 hour shift, and never have to split tips.
Even though I never once though of dropping out, I was more than ready to go back to college. Quitting turned out to be easy. Half the people that worked there when I started were gone including Glenn. So no one really remembered I wasn’t planning on going back.
With the money I made that summer, I spent a good chunk on a sweet pair of Kipsch speakers that I hid from my folks. But that’s another story.
I have been waiting for months to see “Lady Dynamite”, the new Maria Bamford series on Netflix. It finally came out Friday night. I got about 1 1/2 episodes into it and gave up. Most of the reviews were lukewarm, but that’s being kind.
She’s one of my favorite standup comedians and there’s a shortage of really funny stuff to watch on TV. So this is a big bummer. I was hoping for something more like “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.” Hell, I would have even settled for a simple variety show of sketches with her playing all the different characters she does on stage.
I’m sure plenty of people will hail this show as genius, but really, it’s about as good as something you might find on “Funny or Die.”
I’m kicking myself for not making it down to Hollister this year for SyncroFest.
Sunday morning we sat in front of the AppleTV watching any clip we could find with a Westy in it. This one in particular cracked me up. It’s a VW internal communication video extolling the virtues of the Vanagon. I love the part where they dismiss the competition from minivans.
Today was one of those days where all the little things just kept going wrong.
I tried to go for an open-water swim to practice, but forgot my goggles. While driving there, the sliding door on the Westly slid open. We got to the lake (actually an old quarry), and no lifeguards.
I tried to fix the Westy door, but the screws were rusted in and now they’re stripped. I had a few other things to fix, but didn’t want to risk it and did something simple by stitching up the steering wheel wrap.
The second half of the day was better. We went for a 4 mile hike up in the ridge, and it was perfect weather – not too hot or cold. We did spot a gopher snake on the trail.
My Macbook was acting up the other day. There was something wrong with the USB ports, and my wifi was shutting off intermittently. I’ve been troubleshooting Macs for so long, I was able to figure out it was hardware related pretty quickly.
I called service and they told me it was 17 days past warranty. However, they extended it and replaced the motherboard for free. While that was pretty cool in and of itself, I was actually surprised that it would have only cost $280 had I gotten stuck with the bill.
Anyone who ever had to get a Mac repaired in the past should appreciate this. It used to be 85% of the cost of the machine plus weeks away, pretty much to do anything.
Armed with a new motherboard, I’m noticing how much zippier my laptop is.
I lost another pair of sunglasses yesterday. I bought them 4 days ago to wear for running and biking, and didn’t spend a lot. For anyone keeping track, that’s 2 pairs in 2 months.
Funny thing is 4 days is not my record for losing a pair. My best PTL (purchase to lost) record was about 10 years ago. I picked up a pair at Walmart down at the beach in North Carolina. I almost walked out of the store without paying for them because they were on my head. I had forgotten they were there and had been carrying other stuff. I can’t imagine anything more humiliating than getting caught shoplifting at a Walmart.
Within an hour, we were on the beach. I was in the surf and bam, a wave knocked the $11.98 specials right off my face. There was no chance of finding them.
I typically don’t spend more than 19 dollars for sunglasses because of this omen. However, last year, I did splurge for a really nice pair in Ventura, CA. They’re the ones in my Facebook profile. My family was placing bets on how long it would be before I lost or broke them. I was walking along the rocks on the beach, again, glasses on my head. I looked down and boing boing boing. They bounced into a crevice instead of the water. My luck ran out with that pair as they are now sitting in a drawer with a missing screw.
At least there’s still a chance I can salvage them.
I’m not sure if I’m lucky or cursed, but I lived and worked through the Internet Bubble of the late ’90s. Back then people were leaving established companies for startups. If you asked them what they were going to be doing, they’d smugly reply, “they’re going public in June.”
I did time in startups back then, one of them turned out to be very successful. Unfortunately, the last one I was at of that era wasn’t.
Let my wisdom be your guide and see if the startup you’re working at is a Unicorn, or Unicorpse.
Signs your startup isn’t doing as well as you thought
- The only thing left to drink is Diet Sprite.
- You get random emails Slack messages telling you to avoid non-essential travel despite being a desk-bound developer.
- They stop watering the plants.
- Your CEO has time to update the blog, hourly.
- Acronyms like LTV, CAC, and DAU and switches to MLM, BYOD, and BYOB.
For the last day and a half, I have been consumed with Frinkiac, a meme-generator for “Simpson’s” quotes. I’m sure this is old news for most geeks, but it’s a blast. You can search over 3 millions stills from the first 15 seasons and spit out a GIF.
For me, the most fun has been finding the exact scene that matches the quotes. Below are some of my favorites. I know, it’s a lot.