I was asked to produce a monthly newsletter for a start-up software company, which became a full-time gig. After a couple of days I realized there were no programmers, no staff, 
just the owner, a vice president and a guy writing newsletters. This went on for weeks. Eventually, we got some developers and sales people and a really solid product. Sales were lined up, things were great. Pay was low in exchange for a small ownership in the company. It was fun and we had talent and high hopes.
One day the owner walked in to our weekly meeting. He explained that, while painting his garage the previous day, he had a vision in which God told him that he should fire everyone at the office, everyone, even the newsletter guy, and run the company by himself. Just like that, we were out the door and at a nearby ice cream parlor, staring at each other in wonder. Finally, I spoke. “It’s all my fault, I’m afraid. God never has liked me much.”
The guy ended up selling our leased equipment at an auto auction, of all places. The rest of us ended up with really great jobs, a common bond, and a lot of weird memories.
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