Come on this is great!
A Linux club, with a waiting list?
Any way you look at it if you are a Linux enthusiast you had to have smiled a bit, even if it was on the inside, when you read that.
I worked at a startup. it was my first job out of college. I remember being so excited because "we were going to make a difference," but really I was just fooling myself. I had no experience and this place was the only job I found that would take me before I ran out of rent money.
12-15 hour shifts, no health insurance, I had to bring my own computer (I only had a tower, no laptop so that was interesting), and we worked out of a basement. Eventually it became a little more professional with health insurance, and a proper work building, they bought me a computer. I pushed my boss hard for this stuff. Then I had a child and couldn't work the hours, so I went to greener pastures with a more sane work environment.
Fast forward a year after I left and I get a call from one of the previous employees who I refer to as my "war buddy" because of all the strange and difficult happenings at this previous place of employment for both of us. He tells me the boss just killed his wife at the work place by cutting off her head.
That was my first boss, my first work experience. Every job since then has been a cake-walk.
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Come on this is great! A Linux club, with a waiting list? Any way you look at it if you are a Linux enthusiast you had to have smiled a bit, even if it was on the inside, when you read that.
I worked at a startup. it was my first job out of college. I remember being so excited because "we were going to make a difference," but really I was just fooling myself. I had no experience and this place was the only job I found that would take me before I ran out of rent money. 12-15 hour shifts, no health insurance, I had to bring my own computer (I only had a tower, no laptop so that was interesting), and we worked out of a basement. Eventually it became a little more professional with health insurance, and a proper work building, they bought me a computer. I pushed my boss hard for this stuff. Then I had a child and couldn't work the hours, so I went to greener pastures with a more sane work environment. Fast forward a year after I left and I get a call from one of the previous employees who I refer to as my "war buddy" because of all the strange and difficult happenings at this previous place of employment for both of us. He tells me the boss just killed his wife at the work place by cutting off her head. That was my first boss, my first work experience. Every job since then has been a cake-walk.