Well, paper clip guy is all, really, about connecting with people, rather than obsessing over the balance sheet for each trade, as it were. He had a lot of good luck - he went from red paperclip to house in 14 trades and one year. And of course, being The First, he was the beneficiary of a lot of people's goodwill for something that hadn't been done before.
It's an OK read, but not fantastic, and I do wonder whether he and his girlfriend were able to make a realistic living in the two where they eventually ended up in. I mean, being gifted a house (it cost him a paperclip, remember, if we factor out all the travel, phone calls, friend and family favours) doesn't actually solve the living problem if you've had to up sticks from your normal place of residence (and work) to somewhere new.
I'm pretty sure they'll have made the party- it wasn't just for P, it was a whole ex-'s family party thingy. We're not actually that far apart - on a good day it's ½ an hour. On a bad day it can be Ç an hour. On the weekend of the last pay-day before Christmas... well, it can take a lot longer. But they set off late, too, which didn't help. Still, I will be reminding her of this the next time she says 'Oh, can you not make it 6.30, but can you come at 6.40 instead?'... the drive between our respective abodes is sufficiently variable that to aim for the latter would be the same as to aim for the former, really.
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Date: 2009-11-30 07:43 pm (UTC)It's an OK read, but not fantastic, and I do wonder whether he and his girlfriend were able to make a realistic living in the two where they eventually ended up in. I mean, being gifted a house (it cost him a paperclip, remember, if we factor out all the travel, phone calls, friend and family favours) doesn't actually solve the living problem if you've had to up sticks from your normal place of residence (and work) to somewhere new.
I'm pretty sure they'll have made the party- it wasn't just for P, it was a whole ex-'s family party thingy. We're not actually that far apart - on a good day it's ½ an hour. On a bad day it can be Ç an hour. On the weekend of the last pay-day before Christmas... well, it can take a lot longer. But they set off late, too, which didn't help. Still, I will be reminding her of this the next time she says 'Oh, can you not make it 6.30, but can you come at 6.40 instead?'... the drive between our respective abodes is sufficiently variable that to aim for the latter would be the same as to aim for the former, really.