Today I had lunch in a restaurant that shall remain nameless, to protect the potentially innocent. At the time, a shrimp quesadilla seemed like a good idea. However, it really didn’t seem all that clever a few hours later when my stomach began churning. It started off innocently enough, but grew to a loud clatter rather quickly. It wasn’t that long before everyone else in the room knew said shrimp was no friend of mine.
For a moment, let me describe the glamorous life of a startup. I share an office with six other people in an area of about 150 square feet. Our desks are folding tables, and one of them squeaks. I’ve aspired to have a paperless office, and that’s a good thing because there wouldn’t be much room for a filing cabinet. It’s great for team building and work, but there is no privacy at all. Gum is required after a garlic filled lunch, let alone what I was likely to eminate.
So a churning stomach was well noted by everyone. I was feeling green as could be, and I was sure that everyone could feel that too. I finally was feeling so awful that I had to leave. I struggled home and lied down for a while. My daughter knew I had a “tummy ache”
A few hours latter the pressure had passed. All I could think about as I started to feel better was this episode of South Park:
When it was all said and done, I lost a few hours when I needed to build some of the details of our marketing plan. At least I didn’t make our micro office a biohazard zone.
Tags: ache, home, Marketing, South Park, Startup