“A group of friends get together and come up with a name, and poof they’re a company,” Phil said triumphantly. “There’s a little more to it than that, but that’s actually the hard part.”
“I don’t know if I could put together a team like that. I can’t think of anyone I’d really trust enough.”
“Ok, one, that’s sad. Two, do you need a team? I’m seriously asking—I don’t know exactly what you do. Can you do the whole thing yourself, if you were making a training video or something like that?”
“What am I supposed to do, Phil? I can’t just quit.”
“Sure you can, Jess. People do it all the time.”
First comes the idea, where one brave soul or a group of friends laments their circumstances and decides to do something bold, daring and scary. No more steady, but no more boring. Maybe benefits aren’t there, but they’re doing what they love. It’s like watching them take their first fledgling steps.
“Why? What earthly reason can they possibly have to make you stay late on a Friday? Nothing you do is life or death,” Phil asked.
“Yeah? Tell them that. They still call it a deadline.”
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Jesse opened last quarter’s report and resaved it with the new date before he started making changes. Step one, use “replace” to change the names of all the months and, where necessary, the year. Save. Now, none of it is accurate, but it looks done. Wait. Change color scheme, pick shades of green, save again. Now it looks done and different.
The cursor was blinking again. Jesse silently wondered if there was a common Latin root between “cursor” and “curse,” although the very recent invention of the cursor as a thing made that unlikely. Felt like it, though.