So on July 28th my boss comes to me and says he wants to see me in the conference room. “Great” I think “A raise”. A conversations ensues something about qoutas and corporate margins and stuff. I can’t follow this stuff. Then the words I always wanted to hear “We’ve decided to let you go.”
Cast into the void, I am sent spinning. My life, a shambles. My wife, angry. Okay, maybe not that bad. In fact, I kinda liked it. People say getting laidoff is tough. But for me it was like getting laid at work. With everyone watching I gathered up my stuff and went out the door, a big smile on my face, a cigarette dangling from my lips.
Anyway, last Monday our congressional “leaders” voted ixnay on the ailoutbay of $700,000,000,000. The stock market crashed and burned like Evel Knieval on a motorcycle. It was this exact moment that I thought “I think I want to write a book.”
My ever supportive wife said something like “What kind of book?”
“A book about starting a business.”
“You can’t wake up in the morning. Your organizational skills suck.”
“Which is why it will work.”
Broke 