Have you heard what it’s like being a founder in the startup world?
It’s rough. It’s intense. We’re killin’ it.
We chug beers at hack-a-thon sprints, and create crazy shit out of nothing. We’ll pitch you so good you’ll be stuffing Benjamins down our pants. Then we’ll scrap that shit, pull a ridiculous pivot on your ass, and sprint for 72 hours to hack up some even crazier shit.
By sprint, I mean sit on our asses and code. No, we don’t run. We hack… nonstop.
We have youth, passion, drive, and stupidity, all rolled together in a perfect fucking combination.
We write blog posts that blow up the internet. We disrupt all your markets.
We build. We create.
And did I forget?
We change… the… world… every… single.. day.
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To give you a better idea about things, let me walk you through this last Tuesday.
Beep, beep, beep… The alarms rings. I wake up, and look at the alarm.
It’s 6 in the morning! Shit, I need to wake up.
I’m cold, and sniveling, with some major phlegm going on. I blow my nose, and then hock a loogie into the sink. I’ve been under the weather for a few days, and not feeling awesome at all.
Still, my girlfriend has a hand surgery scheduled at 7:15. She broke her pinkie months ago, got some pins in it, did physical therapy for months, and it still isn’t proper. The doctors say she needs another surgery to scrape away the scar tissue inhibiting her finger’s movement.
So, we wake up, get ready, and make our way to the hospital.
We get to the hospital, she checks in, and we wait. All the while, I’m holding back my coughs. Don’t want to get anyone else sick, right?
Her Dad comes in to make sure she is OK. Now I’m really holding back my coughs.
She gets her finger cut open, while I schedule some tweets and send a few emails. An hour later, it is over. She is all woozy from anesthesia and Vicodin, so I drive us home. On the way, we pick up some prescription.
Both of use are exhausted. She obviously, feels worse than I do. So we take a nap.
A few hours later, my roommate comes in. It is his moving out day. I help out a bit, clean up the BBQ grill (it is a dirty mess), and move it into their van. They drive away.
My girlfriend is still passed out, but man, am I getting hungry.
I drive over to the store, get a sandwich, and go shopping for stuff to cook. Going to cook up some oxtail soup! That should be good for healing.
We spend the rest of the night cooking up the soup, resting, relaxing, watching Law and Order SVU, and eating, with a brief visit from a friend.
Occasionally, a timer goes off, and she needs to take her meds.
I pop a Tylenols, a Mucinex, and then sit down to write this post (because I have to).
Soon, it’ll be bedtime.
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“Yo Alex, great story man. Doesn’t sound like you are killing it though.”
Sorry dude, reality is a different story.
Plus, health comes first. Got to take care of myself, and those I care about.
I hope things get better soon.
Then I’ll get back to killin’ it, and of course, changing the world.
P.S. This is post number #12 in a 100 day blogging challenge. See you tomorrow!
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