Welcome back , who knows how long this will last, my last attempt was at the start of my holiday on the Gold Coast last year. it only lasted 2 posts. I'll try to make a post at least a few times a week
I am Tony Rule, i co-own an internet startup, Spikefin Limited. I don't think we can really class ourselves as a startup anymore. We've been in business for almost 4 years!
Well, i've had the last week off work and really relaxed. No work emails! I've clocked up over 100 km's on the water with some epic conditions windsurfing at Eastbourne, and timed at 30.9 knots, not too bad considering that is open harbour sailing. Can't wait for a day on a flat speed course, up the coast maybe looking ok tomorrow.
So all recharged for the new year, i think 2006 will be amazing. The hard yards of 2002-2005 are starting to pay off ! Spikefin is a business that is going places, our software now powers the busiest online consumer food and beverage /restaurant and catering website in New Zealand - www.hell.co.nz , and this is linked directly to all 51 Hell stores in New Zealand that use our Point-of-Sale software, Gobius.
We also power The Earl, www.thearl.com, a sandwich startup in Shibuya, Tokyo. The Earl, kicked off in May 2005 and is launching a store front in January 2006 on the back of a solid start to the business in an online form only.
Gobius v3 has been released in the last few months, firstly at Eat Gourmet Takeout - www.eat.co.nz and we roll out our software in a dine-in restaurant this month.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
In the beginning...
I announced to the beer o'clock crew that i would start a blog of my 8 day tour. Who knows what i would get up to on the sun-laden shores of Australia's Gold Coast, whatever it was, it would at least beat the confines of a sweltering incubator. Although eating melting chocolate and basking on the sundeck on a broken couch with a few lagers and the usual crew was always good times.
New co boy and Digit Sam were in their usual fine form, their weird sense of humour kept us all amused.
The preamble...you know what its like, trying to cram as much in before you go away so you can return to as much a 'clear desk' as possible. Clocking up 75 hours in just 5 working days was no great joy. At 130am i finally decide to crash, leaving my work in as much a disorganised state of confusion as possible so that it would give me a reality check on my return.
So an early start, a quarter to 5 shuttle to the airport had me reaching for my passport and thongs at the eleventh hour. The smoke chamber ride in the 'super' shuttle slowly woke/choke me up. Blurs of the CBD drunken 7's patrons went by as we cruised down ghuznee, past the incubus on the way to Fog City! Thats right, the crazy phenonemon was about to make itself known for a 5th day in a row.
Our fight on DJ-11 got checked in, but were told our plane never made in from Brisbane the night before, so a replacement would be flown up from Christchurch. The 3 other international flights got out but then the fog really started to set in and it looked like we would be stranded. The scrambled eggs and bacon at the airport cafe were very average, the orange juice was ok, a quick skip through the paper telling me about the big one, and then the announcment...
The holiday was on hold. Our flight had been cancelled. Either try a diversion to Christchurch at our own expense or a 11pm flight via christchurch or a flight via Sydney tomorrow afternoon.
So it was back off home, ready to try again tomorrow.
New co boy and Digit Sam were in their usual fine form, their weird sense of humour kept us all amused.
The preamble...you know what its like, trying to cram as much in before you go away so you can return to as much a 'clear desk' as possible. Clocking up 75 hours in just 5 working days was no great joy. At 130am i finally decide to crash, leaving my work in as much a disorganised state of confusion as possible so that it would give me a reality check on my return.
So an early start, a quarter to 5 shuttle to the airport had me reaching for my passport and thongs at the eleventh hour. The smoke chamber ride in the 'super' shuttle slowly woke/choke me up. Blurs of the CBD drunken 7's patrons went by as we cruised down ghuznee, past the incubus on the way to Fog City! Thats right, the crazy phenonemon was about to make itself known for a 5th day in a row.
Our fight on DJ-11 got checked in, but were told our plane never made in from Brisbane the night before, so a replacement would be flown up from Christchurch. The 3 other international flights got out but then the fog really started to set in and it looked like we would be stranded. The scrambled eggs and bacon at the airport cafe were very average, the orange juice was ok, a quick skip through the paper telling me about the big one, and then the announcment...
The holiday was on hold. Our flight had been cancelled. Either try a diversion to Christchurch at our own expense or a 11pm flight via christchurch or a flight via Sydney tomorrow afternoon.
So it was back off home, ready to try again tomorrow.
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