Memories
I’m sitting here, in the office of my old company that I worked for between 1998 and 2001. Back then it had barely 20 people, then it grew to like 70 when I left, since then it’s been up and down times. They don’t do what we used to do anymore, they’re a serious systems integrator company. I know it’s necessary for business and profit, but it feels sad to see with my own eyes the evidence that most organizations can’t really survive on creating and selling and producing in “fun” areas.
I contrast what I used to know, what I went through, what I see now, with another small venture I went to visit yesterday. They reminded me so much of the old days at The Old Company, it was almost painful. But you know, that atmosphere is like a drug, you want it, you want to swim in it. I don’t care much for making tons of money and building something huge, I just want to make cool stuff with cool people.
But, in the end, if it doesn’t last, if it doesn’t leave an everlasting footprint, you still feel a bit empty. So perhaps it’s not the fortune, it’s the fame.
