$19 for a Pitcher of Awesome
File under: shenanigans (no really, I’ll make a category and this post will live there).
I just had a great dinner and catch up session with a good friend I haven’t seen in a while. It got me thinking (the $19 pitcher of Sangria also got me thinking) of how you can find and make friends with people you never would have imagined you’d be friends with. I guess this is the joy of working at a start up company.
Allow me to elaborate (and this is my blog, so I’m supposed to elaborate, ok?). 18 months ago I started working at a company with 3 full time employees in NYC (here, here and here), 1 in Boston, a couple of part-timers (here and here) and a pair of the hardest working co-founders I’ve ever seen (here and here). You weren’t hired because you’d be best friends with everyone. You were hired because you were smart, you were driven and you were passionate about social media. If anyone out there has ever worked at a start-up, you know that the people working beside you aren’t just your co-workers, they’re soldiers fighting in the same battle you’re fighting. You don’t really consider being friends, you just somehow become family.
I remember the moment I knew I had made the right decision leaving behind a cozy secure job in Rochester, NY. I had been with the company for a few weeks and we were having a Saturday orientation for our latest group of interns. After the orientation, a group of us from the company went out for 2 for 1s at Chili’s and proceeded to slam back so many Bud Lights that a sleepover at our co-worker’s house became necessary (thanks to Mandy’s husband, John, for serving us coffee in bed). I woke up the next morning sandwiched between two people I hadn’t known very long. But our focus, our passion and our shared experience made it feel like I had known them my whole life.
So tonight, I met up with a former friend from the trenches who has since left the company. Would we have been friends if we lived across the hall from each other in college? Probably not. But we’ll always be able to meet over some Latin food, a pitcher of Sangria, and the shared knowledge of what we’d been through together.
It was a great night. In case you’re wondering, I’m completely stuffed and started the meal with a plate of tostones that looked more like potato latkes than fried plantains. But it was pretty yum.
And I was wearing TOMS shoes.