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Part 1 of 3: That time I asked for & received a million dollars to build a tech team out of thin air. I was 32.

on January 15, 2026

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Part 2 of 3: Assembling my staff of misfits & castoffs

on January 15, 2026

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Part 3 of 3: Wrongly sorted spreadsheet nearly derailed my career

on January 15, 2026

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Nepotism, fucktard boss & that RFP from Florida Power & Light

on January 12, 2026

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London software dysfunction, company 1

on December 02, 2025

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London (separate) software dysfunction, company 2

on December 01, 2025

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Seattle tech startup + edible overdose in Denver airport

on November 04, 2025

Drugs & drink Work freaks

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Hey salespeople: always front load never back load your dealios

on May 23, 2025

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Being flown to bizarro job interviews

on April 05, 2025

Travel stories Work freaks

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Pink Floyd actually did met Wizard of Oz. I saw it happen.

Are you familiar with the urban legend of The Wizard of Oz + Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Dateline: 2017. Boise Treefort Festival (5 days of amazing, same format as SxSW). Final nite of the fest, Sunday nite. Boise Contemporary Theatre. I saw a play so profound, so outrageously ambitious, I have no interest in seeing a play again, ever. It was called 'T here are Chinese Tunnels under Boise.' But back to Floyd, Oz, and the urban legend. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, swear it's true. This is a global phenomenon. The gist is that the two are perfectly synchronized. If you watch the flick on mute, listening to the record at the same time, they're in sync. I'm not making this up. Do a search on it and you'll also be pulled into the rabbit hole. Anyhoots. That's the background of this blog, and this play. Act 1 of 2 begins in a basement of the stoner Floyd fan. His 3 friends arrive: 2 blokes & a bird. He argues with his friends at lengt...

Nepotism, fucktard boss & that RFP from Florida Power & Light

Dateline: 2012. For a few months I had a fucktard manager, on my short list boss fucktard hall of fame. Let's call him Josh. Why only a few months? He got himself fired. Everyone at HQ in L.A. despised him. Not a team player would be the polite expression. But this is not a polite blog. For some reason, he wanted to axe me shortly after arriving. I was on a team of 3, none of us in LA other than him. Of us 3 reporting to him, one was an expert boot licker, much better at ass kissing than I was. The other was a loud talker (talked about private client matters during hotel breakfasts so loudly the entire dining room could hear) sales rep that I got along with fine, even though I cringed at the thought of her around savvy clients. In our 1st team meeting at some bar in L.A., delusional boss declared 'there's no doubt in my mind we'll be the top revenue team here.' Mind you, at the time our brand-new team of 4 had zero revenue. New business line. The company overall ha...

Part 1 - Boise, Idaho. Fucktard movers, Snowmageddon, & job offer lasting 2 days

Dateline: 2016-2017. Toward the middle of 2016, nearing two years in Winston Salem, NC , the isolation was gnawing on me. That isolation drew me there in the 1st place. That draw was me being newly sober and wanting to getaway and bikey year-round, stay sober, live a simple life. ✅ Mission accomplished. Actually, the days were dissolving into the next and there needs to be more to life than this amiright. Many evenings I went out in my downtown loft's parking lot and looked west towards the incredible sunset views. And I placed phone calls. The loft was on a hill, the view went for miles. Anyhoots I called my friend David in Boise often, initially to talk about my dysfunctional yoga teacher relationship, then about getting out of there. Called my psychologist pops often; he always helped. Others too. Boise was always in my plans, going back 10 years actually. Time to make that happen. And I could stay at David's initially, big help logistically. I asked the loft's proper...

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