I used to work at a small software company – a startup for sure, with a big old pirate flag and a real life angel investor. All of my coworkers were talented up the wazoo. And not just in the usual ways. Their extracurriculars included things like: wild boar hunting, cabinetry and joinery, ballet, rapping, professional baking, comic strip illustration, violin, beer making, home schooling, and competitive curling. Fucking curling.

A wonderful side effect of working with such high-functioning talented people was figuring out how to write appropriate feedback in peer reviews. That’s what we called them any way. Not employee reviews. Peer reviews.

Chewie

I’ve known and worked with Chewie since ****. Once in LA, he bought me the greatest chocolate chip cookie I ever had. It was a little place called the Coffee Commissary. A funny thing about him is that he’s a little klutzy, which is odd, because he’s an outstanding rock climber. One year, at one of our summits, he nearly killed our CFO when a horseshoe came flying out of his hands. Total accident, no one got hurt. And despite being very fit, he was, and continues to be a genuine fan of the crap food at Panda Express.

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