Ed's diary shows hi is starting the year feeling a bit bruised after getting a warning that some of the VCs might be getting disenchanted with him. However a pleasant chore awaits him.
'My secretary has resigned', writes Ed in his diary, 'I inherited her from the previous CEO. I didn't much like her and I don't think she liked me.'
'The agency sent me a couple of dozen CVs and they all seemed much of a muchness - until I interviewed them - and then Anette stood out a mile.'
'Blonde, leggy, gorgeous. Trouble is she's still employed. Not at all desperate for the job.'
'I thought £35k should be about right, but she pooh-poohed it.'
'"I couldn't move for that", she breathed, "it's so much less than I'm getting now. What a shame. I'd love to have worked with you".'
'Oh God. Eventually we settled on £45K.'
'That's more than we pay some of the IC designers, and if it gets out it will cause trouble. I swear HR to secrecy.'
'A couple of weeks later I run into that bloody, stroppy Jock in the canteen.
"Soooo yeah paying the coffee-dollies mo'a than the designers noo are ye?'
Bugger. Well it's only 312 days till we IPO, then I'm out of here with mega-moolah'.
I thought the analog design team had all decided to Frank Bough? Why is their heid-bummer in the canteen? Is there a missing installment?
And 319-312 days between entries isn't a couple of weeks.
You're absolutely right, Confused of Tonbridge Wells, the 'stroppy Jock' , as Ed calls him invented much of the company's proprietary design technology - and to that extent he was a bit apart, and superior to, the rest of the analogue IC design team being an engineer who was one of the founding team, who held founders' stock, which may have persuaded him not to light out with the rest of the IC designers. As for Ed's numerically challenged bumblings about the amount of time to the IPO, I attribute this to his confused state of mind caused by the daily proximity of the leggy blonde. I think Ed's excitement diminishes as the novelty wears off.
Top. Thanks for the clear-up. I've been rather enjoying this depressingly-all-tue-true saga, so no Dallas shower scene plot-twists, please!