Back in the '90s I worked for an Internet startup that was still in the phase of desperately seeking another round of venture capital financing to keep going. At one point they were trying to suck up to RJR Nabisco’s venture capital wing (tobacco companies made SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY that they spun off into fucking venture capitalism) and they were invited to visit our office one day. Our building was non-smoking (which was even in our lease) but that day we had set out ashtrays and these fucking RJR Nabisco suits literally chain-smoked all day. There was so much cigarette smoke that you couldn’t see to the end of the main hallway. I made a point of coughing theatrically every time I passed the conference room doors and I was finally ordered to go home after lunch. It was obvious they were never going to give us any money or I’m sure I would have been fired.
I like to think that these RJR Nabisco bastards are all long dead from cancer or emphysema at this point.
Back in the '90s I worked for an Internet startup that was still in the phase of desperately seeking another round of venture capital financing to keep going. At one point they were trying to suck up to RJR Nabisco’s venture capital wing (tobacco companies made SO MUCH FUCKING MONEY that they spun off into fucking venture capitalism) and they were invited to visit our office one day. Our building was non-smoking (which was even in our lease) but that day we had set out ashtrays and these fucking RJR Nabisco suits literally chain-smoked all day. There was so much cigarette smoke that you couldn’t see to the end of the main hallway. I made a point of coughing theatrically every time I passed the conference room doors and I was finally ordered to go home after lunch. It was obvious they were never going to give us any money or I’m sure I would have been fired.
I like to think that these RJR Nabisco bastards are all long dead from cancer or emphysema at this point.