February When we were in junior high school, my friend Rich and I made a map of the school lunch tables according to popularity.
Courtesy Clint Roenisch Gallery. We are making plenty of money, but the office is teeming with salespeople: Their corner of the office is loud; their desks are scattered with freebies from other start-ups, stickers and koozies and flash drives.
We escape for drinks and fret about our company culture. Our culture has been splintering for months. Members of our core team have been shepherded into conference rooms by top-level executives who proceed to question our loyalty.
People keep using the word paranoid. Our primary investor has funded a direct competitor. This is what investors do, but it feels personal: Daddy still loves us, but he loves us less.
We get ourselves out of the office and into a bar. We have more in common than our grievances, but we kick off by speculating about our job security, complaining about the bureaucratic double-downs, casting blame for blocks and poor product decisions. Still, we are hopeful.
We reassure ourselves and one another that this is just a phase; every start-up has its growing pains. Eventually we are drunk enough to change the subject, to remember our more private selves. The people we are on weekends, the people we were for years.
This is a group of secret smokers, and we go in on a communal pack of cigarettes. The problem, we admit between drags, is that we do care. We care about one another.
We even care about the executives who can make us feel like shit.
We want good lives for them, just like we want good lives for ourselves. We are among the first twenty employees, and we are making something people want. It feels like ours.
Work has wedged its way into our identities, and the only way to maintain sanity is to maintain that we are the company, the company is us. We were lucky and in thrall and now we are bureaucrats, punching at our computers, making other people — some kids — unfathomably rich. We throw our dead cigarettes on the sidewalk and grind them out under our toes.
Phones are opened and taxis summoned; we gulp the dregs of our beers as cartoon cars approach on-screen. We disperse, off to terrorize sleeping roommates and lovers, to answer just one, two more emails before bed. Change the world around you.
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