Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Band on the Run
I knew I had a good team here and in Kuwait.
I didn't know I had a GREAT team.
We were unexpectedly evicted from our office on Sunday morning. The guys have been out pounding the pavement since, looking for a new office—a department on the run, a production crew with their G4s stripped from their grasp (good luck with those password-protected Macs without power cords, dude, and isn't Firewire a marvelous fast tool in the way it can take away all someone's bargaining power in about 15 minutes.)—while I deal with executive matters in three time zones, hunched over my laptop in coffee shops. The Kuwait team, meanwhile, has picked up the slack without a hitch and without the merest grumble.
I should paste in something about not being killed, being stronger now. It's true. We're people without an office, a group without Macs except for personal laptops, but with these guys showing up for work after I gave them the week off, I think we're unstoppable. But all I can truly think about is iced coffee right now. And sleep. I'd love to sleep for a long time.