I haven’t blogged much this week as a very interesting experience happened to me and a number of people across the US. I have mentioned that I worked the storage industry 15 years ago. It was a small company in Boca Raton that capitalized on the success of the IBM PC. The company was bought out by the AIWA division of Sony and later folded. I lost track of most of my
co-workers, occasionally finding each other at trade shows, but a few of them contacted me via my blog.
The employees went to any number of companies that include Fujitsu, Compaq (HP), ADP, Ziff Davis and Good Morning America, Disney, LSI Logic, IBM, Lenovo, NetApp, Ingram Micro, Gucci and a few who started their own businesses. (Sorry if I missed some of your companies, not intentional).
The interaction exploded this week with an innocuous note about a reunion, and the communication shot out of a cannon. People added a couple of people they knew until a big list of ex employees were chatting as if the 15 years never happened. It was quite interesting hearing about what everyone was doing, almost like an online college reunion. I read other’s blogs and personal pages. It seems as if everyone has move on to bigger and better things. Who knew that we had that much talent while we were scrapping against the big boys of the industry! Thank God we didn’t have a real reunion. I don’t want to have to restart the clock since I last saw them and we didn’t get together on purpose.
There was a common thread to most of the communications, that being the owner of the company whom I’ll leave at eccentric (and everyone called a cheapskate). They all had a story about this owner, and many had multiple stories. It was genuine book material which is what the corporate attorney told me when we worked there. From day one, he kept track of the bizarre behavior and was in disbelief at the antics, saying to me once that he should write about this one day. There was the memo he sent that said to steal pens and safety clips at the bank to save money. The bad office memo of the day (that got read over the radio) happened when we were told to go home, and then had to make up the time we didn’t work.
Everyone opens and closes chapters in their life. I thought this one was closed, but was delighted that it returned briefly (I closed any chance of me getting together with them though). I was sort of happy to hear from everyone (almost as it now is described below). As it turns out, others also study the martial arts, some changed careers, there was a funny story about engineers setting up an electric eye cam with speakers in their back room to know when the boss was coming (who said IT guys aren’t creative), and at least one went on to stay in the storage industry. He told the owner and his henchman Robert A that the reason he left was because of how they treated me.
It brought me back to a different time in my life where I cut my teeth in a lot of techniques that I use today to get my job done. It’s stuff they never teach you in IBM PR, because IBM was never that creative. I amazed them when I got to IBM by doing tactical and strategic PR they had never heard of.
The story unfolded more this year, as I ran into the former owner of the company and while we had our differences, I decided to extend my olive branch and it was accepted. We discussed racing and life and he even commented on my postings and of the email remembrances. It was quite nice to see that through years, time and maturity (by some of the employees) we could reconnect as humans. Instead of employer/employee status, we were just guys at the track that day. I, unlike others could put his antics behind me, even a lawsuit because he sued everyone.
One went on to be very famous (Gina Smith) and I was able catch up with at a conference and it was like we were still at CORE. She was quite gracious and we enjoyed the short time we could spend together.
Unfortunately, it is more than I can say for one of the employees who couldn’t let her emotions go and grow up. One whom I pity was a misandrist who wouldn’t take the olive branch (Sondra Arkin, nicknamed Barkin by this group). Like the story above, I offered to bury the hatchet to no avail, and she sent me hate mail in response to my offer to move on. She was in technical writing and actually worked for me in marketing for a while, but never was able to let go of her hate and responded with ad hominem attack which was very revealing. She didn’t mature from that period, and time stood still for her as far as we were concerned. The dichotomy of the situation was she wanted to be one of the boys while professing to be a feminist, a bipolar relationship with men.
It is funny to me that both of the above two spent time working for me. I wrote a reference letter to PC Week to do what I could to help Gina. Little did I know that she would go on to be very successful. Conversely, despite any attempt to help Sondra, whom I also would have helped in her next endeavor were rebuffed. That is the way life turns out. She amounted to nothing. We all had a great time with everyone else in the reminiscing of our days at CORE and the stories about our encounters with the owner. Only one person couldn’t move on with life, but she wasn’t in the group chat anyway. No one likes a sore loser or a spiteful person, like Sondra.
Anyway, as for the rest of us, it was good to catch up based on the time we had spent together earlier in life.
For me, it was also good that it ended as quickly as it started. I’d closed them out of my life once and didn’t want that door re-opened.