Entrepreneur Myths by Damir Perge Read Free Book Online Page B

to find an office close to your home. If you’re in the seed stage, hopefully you’re smart enough to work out of your home, so your commute time is 30 seconds. But for the sake of this argument, let’s assume you have an office because you have 8 to 10 employees. Driving back and forth is going to take you about 1 hour.
     
16 hours and the clock is ticking
     
You’re in the office, and now you have to start up your Microsoft Windows because you’re a dumbass and you didn’t buy the Mac.  Thanks to Bill Gates, loading up a PC wastes at least 2 to 3 minutes of your life — every day (By the way, the author is currently using a PC). Then you say hello to everyone in the office, act nice and shit and try to be uplifting to the troops. This takes 30 to 60 minutes of your time, unless there is drama or you are sidetracked by one of your ass-kissing employees.
     
15 hours and clock is still ticking
     
You eat at lunch at your desk to save time unless you have to impress some investor bastard like me over lunch and explain how great your venture is and what a big fucking play it is and how you’re going to rule the world, blah, blah, blah. Now, that lunch could take about 2 hours.
     
As a side note: Buy lunch for your employees at least once a week and bring it into the office so they can work during the lunch hour and meet their deadlines, which at the end of the day are your deadlines too.
     
13 hours and the clock is ticking
     
You decide to reduce stress. Luckily a health club is right around the corner so you take a run instead of drinking at a bar. You’re serious about your health, so you run for 30 minutes. And by the time you shower and get back to the office, you’ve lost another 30 minutes.
     
12 hours and the clock is ticking
     
Depending on the stage of your company, you get busy with marketing, sales, finance, operations, manufacturing, customer support, public relations, investor relations, etc. for the next 9 hours. Hopefully you have a good management team to handle some of the functions because your ass is going to get fried if you have to do it all yourself.
     
The phone rings. Suddenly you have an unexpected personal crisis. It’s your spouse calling to tell you that you work too much and they’ll divorce your ass unless you have a romantic dinner out — tonight. Reservations have been made. Damn, you estimate it will take two hours trying to explain to your spouse how much you love them, blah, blah, blah.
     
3 hours and the clock keeps on ticking
     
Finally, after a full day at the office, you take your neglected spouse to dinner. You try not to look at your email on your iPhone. You squeeze in your email sniff when the spouse happens to go to the restroom.
     
You notice an urgent email from your business partner but don’t get a chance to read it because you see your spouse returning from the restroom. After dinner, which only lasts about an hour, and more drinks, you decide to spend additional time with your spouse because you forgot what they look like. You realize your spouse is really fucking hot and you remember why you got married.  One thing leads to another, and another hour is gone (so you hope).
     
1 hour and the clock is ticking
     
Your business partner is blowing up your phone and email box while you’re having fun with your spouse (unless you’re a spousepreneur). On the ninth call you answer. Your partner is screaming, and having an anxiety attack because your competition already launched their new product while you’re still fine-tuning your prototype.
     
You were relaxed after sex with your spouse, but now anxiety kicks in. The shit gets deeper when the phone rings again. It’s your major investor, “Surprise, I’m stuck at the airport. Come see me.” Luckily, you’re only 30 minutes from the airport, so you drive there to say hello and tell them what a wonderful fucker they were for taking the investment risk.
     
Unfortunately, the investor’s flight was