Something worth celebrating
After the tech bubble burst (but not long after), I was talking to my boss at a company party. We were drinking. Voices and songs and laughs ricocheted around the hotel ballroom. But something was missing. “These parties feel fake when you haven’t done anything worth celebrating,” he said. The man I was talking with had launched, operated, and sold several companies in a short a mount of time. He recognized success when he saw it. I looked around the room. Felt like I was surveying the ballroom on the Titanic the night before the iceberg. That company is gone, now. Some other company on some other continent owns and updates the software we created. Even at that (inwardly) sad Christmas Party in 2001, we knew that our days were numbered. That day of reckoning absorbed energy the way a block of ice absorbs heat. I get the feeling that there are a lot of companies