Saw Some Old Friends
Dec. 18th, 2009 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feste_sylvainFrom 1997 to 2002, I worked for a little start-up called "Acrylis". It was floated by VC money until it was bought by Caldera, but then SCO staged an internal revolt, overthrew the Linux company, and fired laid off all of us. Then, of course, SCO went totally evil, but that's another story.
Anyway, the bonds of coworkers in such a small outfit can remain fairly tight.
Most of us met last night at the Brick House in Chelmsford Center. I saw folks that I hadn't seen in years, and some who I see more frequently. Most of us are on Facebook now, but not all, and it was good to see the rest.
There is a cadence to reunions, even ones such as these: there is the initial catch-up, then a noting of who is absent, then the morbid discussion of those of us who have died, then the recall of people who, for whatever reason, were never considered part of the group even tho they were coworkers. (People who only stayed for a few weeks, or that weird foreign guy who never talked to anybody, or the few folks in sales whose attempts at conversations always came off as slick.)
My younger daughter was born in 1998, so many remember her as an infant, when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamidon would visit carrying the baby in a sling. The idea that she's now knitting like a knitting fiend and heavily into circus arts boggled several of them.
And yet.
And yet I still consider a few of them to be strictly professional contacts, and thus don't talk about many of the details of my personal life with them. Fortunately, the backyard chickens were good for filling in many of those gaps.
I vaguely wonder what I still don't know about them.
Anyway, the bonds of coworkers in such a small outfit can remain fairly tight.
Most of us met last night at the Brick House in Chelmsford Center. I saw folks that I hadn't seen in years, and some who I see more frequently. Most of us are on Facebook now, but not all, and it was good to see the rest.
There is a cadence to reunions, even ones such as these: there is the initial catch-up, then a noting of who is absent, then the morbid discussion of those of us who have died, then the recall of people who, for whatever reason, were never considered part of the group even tho they were coworkers. (People who only stayed for a few weeks, or that weird foreign guy who never talked to anybody, or the few folks in sales whose attempts at conversations always came off as slick.)
My younger daughter was born in 1998, so many remember her as an infant, when
tamidon would visit carrying the baby in a sling. The idea that she's now knitting like a knitting fiend and heavily into circus arts boggled several of them.And yet.
And yet I still consider a few of them to be strictly professional contacts, and thus don't talk about many of the details of my personal life with them. Fortunately, the backyard chickens were good for filling in many of those gaps.
I vaguely wonder what I still don't know about them.
