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A Small Start.

As a humble beginning to this site, I’d like to tell a small story about small business.

I was working on a contracting opportunity on which I had to work with a micro-ISV that produced what they claimed to be automated integration testing for the entirely obscure embedded system type that we used. The core technology of the product was solid, and in fact, an advanced user could (with too much work in my humble opinion) script the tool to do cool things in cool ways. That didn’ matter because the polish and UI were terrible, and this soured everyone on the product, most especially the managers that made purchasing decisions.

In a characteristic fit of rage, I sent the developers an email. Threats were made, their metaphorical mothers were fucked, and I collapsed spent onto my keyboard. This made it all the more suprising when I got a polite and helpful response offering to patch our areas of concern within two weeks. Turns out that the group of licenss that our company had bought accounted for over half of their revenue for the quarter, and that they were practically subcontracted to us.

If you think you understand your business environment, check all the problematic areas again. There’s a chance that your areas of problems are actually areas of not-knowing. We let a lot of goodwill and the desires of others to help us sit idly by while we banged our heads against what we thought was an unsolvable problem, and what they thought was running smoothly.

The World’s Worst! Also today, I uncover what I believe to be, without a doubt, the world’s worst poem. I give you The Nazi’s [sic] by Fritters.

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