Magic. Or, random panicked adaptation

I’ve been thinking of many analogies lately (most of them unpostable) to describe what I’m having to do to cope with running a start-up during the worst U.S. economic crisis in maybe 80 years.

This one seems most apt:

Wizards’ Duel

Mim represents the economy down the last treacherous flameout. Now, if only I could be sure of turning myself into the germ of success ….

Days need more hours

Dear entrepreneurs:

Do you nap in chairs and eat standing up?

Do you talk on your cell and your land line simultaneously?

Do you write extra appointments on napkins because your day-planner’s full?

Do you have breakfast at 7, lunch in the car at 4 and dinner at 9?

Do you finish styling your hair at stoplights?

When someone asks about business, do you black out and come to 10 minutes later to find yourself gabbling like a chipmunk on double-extra-shot lattes?

Are Saturday and Sunday just halves of Friday and Monday?

Do you notice the seasons change only because your keyboard is cold or hot?

Are you late? Are you late … for a very important date? Would a time-warp help?

This is for you. Because life in the start-up lane is plummeting down a rabbit hole.

As Dr. Frank-N-Furter would say, “Isn’t it nuts?”