(6/) The following post is part 6 of a super long story about how I came around to crypto. Part 5 can be found here. Part 7.
(Warning: This one has got a lot of the F-Word. And it’s really short. So if you’re squeamish or under 18, you might want to go look at msnbc or something.)
So I gave my boss a 3-month notice as a good-faith gesture, which also gave me time to plan my move back to California. If I stayed the full three months, I’d get my end-of-year bonus AND be awarded my restricted stock units, which are typically not given out if you don’t stay for the full term. And because I had given him so much notice, though, he told me he’d let me cash out my RSU’s.
But this was Wall Street, after all, and I didn’t totally trust him. And my dad’s words of advice were fresh in my head when I made the decision: “Fuck them before they fuck you.” So before I left, I convinced him to buy a fancy new laptop for the team and basically decided that I was going to hold it hostage until the RSU promise came through.
Of course, after I left, there were plenty of issues getting me what was promised, so I just waited it out. From California, about 5 months later - I got an email from my old boss - ‘hey, wheres my computer?’ I didn’t respond. A week goes by - ‘hey, WHERE’S MY COMPUTER?’ I respond with ‘oh no I must have packed it with my stuff, once I find it I’ll send it back.’ Another week goes by - ‘SEND ME MY DAMN COMPUTER.’ This time, I respond with ‘Hey I found the computer. But can you send over those RSU’s that were promised, first?’ No response. So I reached out to the legal department and had them sort it out. It took a few weeks, but once it all worked itself out I was gold. Thank god I made sure to get it all in writing (literally a one-sentence email with a one-word response that I printed out FOR THE WIN), but I ended up getting my RSUs and they ended up getting their computer back.
“Fuck them before they fuck you.”
To be continued…part 7.