(08-15-2009 12:09 AM)Diane999 Wrote:
(08-14-2009 11:58 PM)mark-in-dallas Wrote: Diane,
You weren't the first and you wont be the last! Those of us in the know, realize what happened, the rest don't matter!
We love you for who you are and what you've accomplished and will build upon as time goes by!
I hope you know that! You are an incredible person who earned far more respect than some gave you, but not us! Your delimma is a huge part of why this forum exists!
All of us here love you Diane,
Thank you, Mark. I appreciate that more than you know.
I can't take credit for the birth of this forum, though. You guys (n gals) have done a tremendous job with it, and I just stumbled on it. And really it was your own inner response to the craziness and drama after I left that lead here, wasn't it?
So, really, although you feel for me (and I thank you for that) it is your own good natures and own inner strength that lead to this. And you should give yourselves all the credit that you are due for all your dedication and hard work.
Here's to having been up all night! I raise my glass to you! Even if it is a cup of strong darjeerling. I'm trying to stay with my little project here.
Diane, at least give yourself credit as a catalyst. You certainly were for me.
You'll remember that I made a series of pointed posts about copulins even long before the SteveO Sexi dustup. It never made business sense to ignore an easy opportunity to sell a product (actually a whole line of products) to already loyal customer base. And then to ignore the clamoring requests of that large group of customers when their patience and loyalty was nearly exhausted. Then it becomes time to do whatever it takes to get your customers the product that they have so insistently requested. If you can't make it in house, go outside and buy it! Do whatever it takes. At that point it makes sense to even sell that product at a loss in order to keep from losing those customers accounts altogether by inaction. Androtics effectively refused sell their customers what they had clearly, repeatedly requested. No matter how I put the pieces together, there was no way to make the least bit of sense out of their actions or inactions.
Then there were a series of other projects they had supposedly put a great deal of time and money into. None of those projects showed any results.
I was an avid reader of the old threads, which only made it all the more puzzling. Micheal Harris was a truly brilliant man who had a extraordinary understanding of human behavior, organizational dynamics, and leadership. He was certainly capable of planning and executing complex projects. He had delivered results time after time.
And then Diane, you popped out from under that homemade vent hood, grinnin' from ear to ear. You have created an entirely unique method of manufacturing copulins that has the potential to separate copulins into an entire class of pheromonally active compounds. You have opened the possibilities for a whole new field of study in pheromone science. Your process will eventually be used to create a whole new branch of perfumery. A tremendous innovation.
You gave Androtics what was clearly the opportunity of a lifetime to license your technology. And they were incapable of making even the simplest business agreements. They never even made a legitimate offer. And then to lose you entirely by the inability to make a simple phone call....
Incredibile. Unbelievable. Irrational. And then it made sense. For the first time in a long time, it made sense. This was a long pattern of pathologically dysfunctional and irrational behavior. And then the things that would have been incredible and unbelivable just few days before, started to fit together, one after another. Week after week, the story got more amazing and incredible, but it continued to fit together into a pattern that in a reflection of a funhouse mirror kind of way, made sense. It appears that a person who I formerly respected is well on the way to turning a company that I loved, into smoking wreckage. God, I hope I'm wrong.
I don't know why I stayed so long. I watched the people I respected peel off, one after another. What was left of the old crew didn't do much more than wave on their way through. Watching the pieces of the puzzle continue to fall together, I rediscovered several emotions that I hadn't visited for a long time. lol
It was not much more than a week ago that I gave up. I wrote my last post. As you might imagine, I was prepared to drive it in. All the way. But there were a couple of facts that I needed to confirm. And Bella knew that part of the story. We had both earlier agreed that we didn't have the stomach for any of the other places. Even the best alternative was just flatass boring. I scratched out an e-mail telling her that I was about to become a homeless refugee. And I launched into some wild eyed ramble about how 'somebody' should do 'something different' and reeled off a handful of blue sky possibilities, a forum being only one of them. Honestly, at that point I didn't think that another forum had much chance of success. But even with nowhere to go, it was time for me to stand and speak my piece. Consequences be damned. I followed that with the piece of my post that I needed to check. And directly a call. My dear friend Bella persuaded me not to fall on my sword. (Why do I want to say again? Have we done this before?) She managed to persuade me that we were as much 'somebodies' as anybody. And that even though there was no place to go, that it was absolutely certain that we were going to do 'something'. Even though neither of us had any idea what we were going to do. (Am I a sucker or what?) Just hold off a day or two until we figure this out. Besides, we have friends who will help with whatever we decide to do. Well of course, they're homeless refugees too with no place better to go. Why didn't I think of that? She managed to give me just enough hope to seriously consider the possibilities.
By the second day I had seen a progression of events with a forum at it's hub. I had written the e-mail and not yet posted it when I found out that this place was up and running. Mark and Bella had this up and running in the course of a single phone call. Pretty cool, huh?
So yes Diane, your story is where it all came together and finally made sense for me, which in turn, led to the cascade of events that brought us here. Thank you. I certainly appreciate your sacrifices. I am equally certain that you have a very bright future ahead of you. You deserve it.
I'm going back to the mindmaps and try to see whats out in front of us.
Y'all party on!