It was inevitable. As they say, too many cooks spoil the broth. Or, companies that grow too fast, well, comes them growing pains.
This may be a bit of an exaggeration, but as Woog continues its momentum and staff keep coming on board, so do reports of grumbling amongst the management team.
Ah, I remember the good ol’ days when my former employer used to hurl staplers across my office when I informed him I had taken a job with a competitor. Those were the days.
I won’t be saying this to either of my kids very often: I keep telling my girl that at any point she can instruct me to shut my mouth, but when it involves preserving the purity and fun of a good idea and its execution, I will offer my advice until she tells me to truck off.
Alas, the businessman in me wants her to draft a business plan, disseminate employment contracts, create an org chart, require that all parties sign a partnership agreement, allocate shares and register them in the stock register, hire an attorney, divvy ownership based on capital investment.
I heard myself thinking this out loud and muttering something about getting stuff in writing to a girl who just wants to braid her hair, throw on her Hermione outfit, and skip to school.
I caught myself, though, and stopped talking silly grown up business nonsense, shifted gears, and reminded her Woog should be fun and if it were not, then to bail and start something else.
There’s no reason to prematurely thrust these nine-year-olds into the whir of business and all the ugliness that ensues when a good idea becomes the next big thing.
Or, is there?