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My First Week In Startup World
Did I make the right decision?
It was 5PM on a Friday and my first week at my first startup was over. Our small office was clearing out hitting a local bar for happy hour. I slumped in my seat, exhausted.
“What a week, it’s so frantic here,” I muttered under my breath as the CEO walked by.
He chuckled and said, “Well Tom, you asked for it. This is what you wanted.” He put in his coat and headed to the elevator.
Poof! Bad Tom whispered, “Fuck that you party pooper…
When I finally pulled myself up, I closed my laptop and packed up. I walked over the the elevator and thought about what I was going to do tonight. My Acela train was scheduled for Saturday morning and my Best Western hotel room had a lumpy bed.
At 43 years old I was debating just going to my hotel room to recover but the devil in me wanted to go hang out with the “youngsters.”
Poof! Good Tom whispered in my ear, “Just go get some take-out and chill out in your room. You’re too old. “
Poof! Bad Tom whispered, “Fuck that you party pooper, go out and have fun with your team. It’s what you do in the startup world, you sissy! “
