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I took a job at a local dotcom in March. Which one? Who cares, they're all dotcoms. Everyone back then was yaking about how everyone else was getting-rich-quick at dotcoms, and I wanted in.

Two weeks later, my dotcom went public. Then two weeks after that, the NASDAQ keeled over, crushing 90% of my paper wealth. Just recently, The New York Times ran a story about an Internet gold-digger like me who had come too late the party, and this guy actually claimed that, so be it, he's still loyal to the company, still likes his job. What a bunch of hoowee!

OK, so listen closely now, cause here's the real deal:

We're ALL in it for the money.

Yes! We're no dummies. We're lazy humans, and we'd rather not have to work to pay the bills. And if there's a give-away going down, we're on it like fleas to a dog, like Eastsiders to Kenny G. Same story, new name: the e-rat race.

"But Biff," you're wondering, "how do you feel deep down inside about all this?" Well, pretty much like a big old-fashioned sucker. Like I should have studied a little harder in Sunday school. I had my whole
post-dotcom-payoff fantasy life planned--then snatched away (cry me a river...).

As I slump here at my barren work desk on a Sunday afternoon in June, I recall the comment of an old friend, who, when I told him I'd be working yet another weekend cause my project had to be finished by the end of the quarter (and since we're a public company now nothing matters but the revenue numbers on the quarterly earnings report) said: "So you gotta work
this weekend so the CEO can make another $100 million?" Pretty much.--Anonymous