My horrible business venture into adverse.co
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agreed. learn how to use line-breaks.
saw your op and thought to myself...
might be a good story but fuck that... I ain't reading that mess.
Oh my eyes hurt.
Anyways, sorry to hear about your partnership. I have experienced good and bad situations getting into business with friends. Getting a contract is definitely mandatory.
Anyways, sorry to hear about your partnership. I have experienced good and bad situations getting into business with friends. Getting a contract is definitely mandatory.
I'll add 1 more point to this - after defining the roles, spend some time actually working together to make sure the roles are actually being fulfilled in the way they're expected to be. Don't just outline who does what and jump into bed together.
There are tons of successful businesses that are run by family/friends - I can name at least 20+ off the top of my head right now. Most of the ones I know are those where the family/friends have worked together before incorporating the company and officially doing business together.
Another vote for proper use of the enter key.
Take note of the playful ease with which your eyes are able to follow this paragraph. Its beautifully fluffy structure allows your mind to grasp its meaning quite comfortably.
When a writer uses proper paragraphs, the reader's comprehension of the subject is not limited by the visual appearance of what has been written - on the contrary: the writer allows the reader to follow along at his own pace.
If on the other hand the writer decides to simply ignore yes even blatantly kick paragraphs in the ass because he's too fucking lazy to press that big ass key to the right of his keyboard a couple times during typing up a long ass essay on life and its complex intricacies, all from the unique and very distinct view of said writer who might or might not be a behemoth of stellar intelligence or competency at whatever the hell he is doing, then said writer will in turn throw all that makes him great and awesome out of an imaginary window colloquially called "my ass". Why would the writer do this? I hear one of you yell "pure laziness". There, another one is saying, "because the writer is a douche". Is that so? Is the writer lazy? Is he a douche? I ask you, dear reader, to actually follow along my train of thought and consciously ask yourself the question I am asking you to ask yourself as you read my text which contains said question. The trouble, dare I say the impossible problem, herein lies in the inexplicable omittance of the proper use of this enter key, located in a conveniently close location on his keyboard, in fact the very same keyboard said writer has been using to move what is without a doubt only a fraction of his equally undoubtedly incredibly ingeniously unique thoughts from the respective points of their origin which is the dark matter atop his frontal sinuses through his limbs, the most external extensions thereof to be precise, in other words his fingers, to aforementioned keyboard, which in turn produces an ever so miniscule electrical spark that said writer's computational device interprets thanks to other ingenious people who programmed said device in such a way that it may interpret said writer's physical actions in a way that allows other humans to consume said writer's thoughts via yet another device we like to call a screen. The previously mentioned ingenious people who programmed the previously mentioned computational device made proper use of the ubiquitous existence of a so-called "Enter Key", which derives its meaning from the phrase "dude wtf, I'm here, just use me, or nothing you'll ever say will ever make any sense". This meaning is not only a truism at its core, but this meaning is also a truism around its edges. Why you ask? Let me tell you something, something you should already know since you have consciously decided to pick up the notion of using a keyboard with the goal of conveying thoughts to other humans. Let me tell you that I'm running out of freakin fluff to get my point across. Why does this goddamn Wickedfire have to be nearly the full width of my 1920 pixel monitor? As I type this, I feel like I have written for an hour, so I hit the Preview button under this window in hopes to see a wall of text, but you know what happens instead? There is no wall because Wickedfire decided to use 90% window width, so all I typed is fitted neatly into 2 inches. What a mess. This means I have to keep typing and typing and typing just so your lazy ass can understand my point. Everyone else in this thread already did, so why didn't you? Are you kidding? Do you have some sort of disability we should know about? This is an honest question; if that is the case, I'll apologize and take back everything I said. Are you missing a pinky on your right hand, for example? If that is the case, it counts as a disability, in which case my apology stands and my taking back of everything I said shall take place effective immediately. If, however, your lazy ass is just plain lazy to press that goddamn Enter key a couple of times, then you may now go fuck yourself, because I meant every word and I'm pretty damn sure I do not only speak for myself here. I could technically be wrong, but you know, in addition to that thing we call paragraphs, I also got some common fucking sense when it comes to expecting others to read my posts without getting a headache, which apparently you lack. So while I do not know what happened to you or what your story is because you made it so extremely difficult for me to consume your post without throwing up, I do hope that you will be able to resolve whatever problem you currently have and move on with your life. But please, please, if anything, take this away as a lesson learned: learn to love the freakin Enter key and it will love you in return. Ha, what a pun. Love and awe and riches will ensue in your life as a result. This is a proven fact.
Make sense?
Take note of the playful ease with which your eyes are able to follow this paragraph. Its beautifully fluffy structure allows your mind to grasp its meaning quite comfortably.
When a writer uses proper paragraphs, the reader's comprehension of the subject is not limited by the visual appearance of what has been written - on the contrary: the writer allows the reader to follow along at his own pace.
If on the other hand the writer decides to simply ignore yes even blatantly kick paragraphs in the ass because he's too fucking lazy to press that big ass key to the right of his keyboard a couple times during typing up a long ass essay on life and its complex intricacies, all from the unique and very distinct view of said writer who might or might not be a behemoth of stellar intelligence or competency at whatever the hell he is doing, then said writer will in turn throw all that makes him great and awesome out of an imaginary window colloquially called "my ass". Why would the writer do this? I hear one of you yell "pure laziness". There, another one is saying, "because the writer is a douche". Is that so? Is the writer lazy? Is he a douche? I ask you, dear reader, to actually follow along my train of thought and consciously ask yourself the question I am asking you to ask yourself as you read my text which contains said question. The trouble, dare I say the impossible problem, herein lies in the inexplicable omittance of the proper use of this enter key, located in a conveniently close location on his keyboard, in fact the very same keyboard said writer has been using to move what is without a doubt only a fraction of his equally undoubtedly incredibly ingeniously unique thoughts from the respective points of their origin which is the dark matter atop his frontal sinuses through his limbs, the most external extensions thereof to be precise, in other words his fingers, to aforementioned keyboard, which in turn produces an ever so miniscule electrical spark that said writer's computational device interprets thanks to other ingenious people who programmed said device in such a way that it may interpret said writer's physical actions in a way that allows other humans to consume said writer's thoughts via yet another device we like to call a screen. The previously mentioned ingenious people who programmed the previously mentioned computational device made proper use of the ubiquitous existence of a so-called "Enter Key", which derives its meaning from the phrase "dude wtf, I'm here, just use me, or nothing you'll ever say will ever make any sense". This meaning is not only a truism at its core, but this meaning is also a truism around its edges. Why you ask? Let me tell you something, something you should already know since you have consciously decided to pick up the notion of using a keyboard with the goal of conveying thoughts to other humans. Let me tell you that I'm running out of freakin fluff to get my point across. Why does this goddamn Wickedfire have to be nearly the full width of my 1920 pixel monitor? As I type this, I feel like I have written for an hour, so I hit the Preview button under this window in hopes to see a wall of text, but you know what happens instead? There is no wall because Wickedfire decided to use 90% window width, so all I typed is fitted neatly into 2 inches. What a mess. This means I have to keep typing and typing and typing just so your lazy ass can understand my point. Everyone else in this thread already did, so why didn't you? Are you kidding? Do you have some sort of disability we should know about? This is an honest question; if that is the case, I'll apologize and take back everything I said. Are you missing a pinky on your right hand, for example? If that is the case, it counts as a disability, in which case my apology stands and my taking back of everything I said shall take place effective immediately. If, however, your lazy ass is just plain lazy to press that goddamn Enter key a couple of times, then you may now go fuck yourself, because I meant every word and I'm pretty damn sure I do not only speak for myself here. I could technically be wrong, but you know, in addition to that thing we call paragraphs, I also got some common fucking sense when it comes to expecting others to read my posts without getting a headache, which apparently you lack. So while I do not know what happened to you or what your story is because you made it so extremely difficult for me to consume your post without throwing up, I do hope that you will be able to resolve whatever problem you currently have and move on with your life. But please, please, if anything, take this away as a lesson learned: learn to love the freakin Enter key and it will love you in return. Ha, what a pun. Love and awe and riches will ensue in your life as a result. This is a proven fact.
Make sense?
I've been through worse, multiple times. I used to be too trusting, and had to learn the hard way. The last partnership ended with my cutting a padlock off a unit to liquidate my share of the assets, which got the police involved, but they fucking felt sorry for me and I was able to dissolve the partnership, decline to give a statement to them, and fly back to the state I live in.
There are some nasty mofo's out there who will fuck anyone any chance they get for an extra buck. If I hadn't been burned already I wouldn't have had the foresight to take what was mine when I did, like I did the last time. .
There are some nasty mofo's out there who will fuck anyone any chance they get for an extra buck. If I hadn't been burned already I wouldn't have had the foresight to take what was mine when I did, like I did the last time. .
But srs, not getting into business with friends is something I learned from experience also. Slack work ethic, didn't add value to the business, expected hand holding (both literally (gay webmaster) and methaphorically), didn't separate work from social etc etc.
The lesson I learned was to get into business with people just as motivated as you otherwise it leads to problems, in particular you feeling like you're doing all the work while still having to split profits.
Shouldn't be the case if you set everything up correctly (with contracts/legal terms etc)
no offense to OP but this sounds like a story that has 2 sides.
I just have hard times to believe that OPs partner is really as evil as described.
people usually aren't that evil.
of course getting fired is ALWAYS traumatizing and horrible, so I understand your pain OP. move on and let it make you stronger.
I just have hard times to believe that OPs partner is really as evil as described.
people usually aren't that evil.
of course getting fired is ALWAYS traumatizing and horrible, so I understand your pain OP. move on and let it make you stronger.
^^ this. 4th generation here. Guess my great grandfather didn't get the memo back in 1937 this family thing would not work. BRB. Got to break the news to my kids.
You have every right to think that, it sounds crazy. In some ways maybe I wish it was my fault, I would be able to let it go a little easier. We were truthfully 100% business partners and never did we have any talks that I would sell my half etc, and unlawfully my pw's were changed.
Yes I wrote it all in one big paragraph. I apologize. I'm a programmer not a writer, that's why I hire them. Except if I wanted you guys to read it, maybe I should of had him/her write it lol.
Thanks for the replys guys. Even though I'm trying to put this behind me, at least maybe I can prevent this from happening to someone else. If only it would of happened 2 months earlier then it did, I would of been in ASW with you guys at the Game concert rappin.. "hate it or love it"
^___paragraph breaks, see I'm getting better.
If you can get a jury and/or judge to agree - which means you've already gone down the expensive rabbit hole of having a lawyer, etc.
Case in point: We fired a sales person at one point. He thought he was owed $1000 in commission on a sale. We disagreed because the sales person's job also included the account management of the customer. The sales person got paid when we collected. Or so we thought.
He sued us in small claims court. We didn't have a lawyer there but our lawyer did review everything and offer advice. The judge basically said "Whatever, split the difference" and awarded him $500.
Add the legal fees and we were well over $1500.
Add the time lost from doing productive stuff and it was probably twice that.
That was for a mere $500 - what would the costs be for real money? I hate to even think about it.
Hell, my BROTHER and I have contracts. I'm married. If I get hit by a bus tomorrow he has to be able to prove to my wife "Here was our deal". Now, in all probability it is unlikely it would ever be an issue but don't you owe it to someone who has to clean up you stuff if you do get hit by a bus to make sure it's all in order?
I am no expert, but I would never do any kind of partnerships with anyone ever, this includes my stupid ass relatives.
