From the airport in Buenos Aires… My flight is delayed and I will have to spend the night in Madrid tomorrow, which means I am on the road for like 48 hours before I get back.
Boring. Really fucking boring, but still somehow I feel calm and happy in a strange way. I just spent 15 minutes talking to 7 Argentinean make-up selling chicas at the duty free store. Probably one of the reasons for moments of happiness. We’ve had more meetings since the last blog-entry and it’s been good. Not resulting in any money but they have helped us to develop our secret idea. There are now several companies interested in investing money in the second round. Who wouldn’t be? We basically present that we either conquer the world or loose it all without a penny in revenue, so it doesn’t take a clever due-diligence professional to understand that an early second round could be attractive. So how do we do the first round? Well, first of all we are going all in. The three of us. The founders, as we so promising call ourselves in the Business Plan.
We now have three employees and probably one more on Monday. To that adding designer-services, accounting, some patent-registrations etc… which means our all in won’t last for long and probably not enough to hire a secretary. All 7 Argentinean make-up girls wanted positions as secretaries in Needish just after having seen the logo. One of them said: “¿tiene q ver con estar necesitado/oso de algo?”
Who knows? I am just tired. It’s tiresome to be young, fairly poor and trying to start a company on the other side of the world. It’s also fun like hell, inspiring and exciting. What will happen next? No one really knows. One of the investors said he could hook us up with a free office in Silicon Valley, to try to raise funds from there. Maybe we will…
By the way! We have two American clients now. I was charging my computer at the intl. dialing booth earlier and two attendants from Delta asked for long-distance rates. When they didn’t feel like buying 200 minutes to call home and tell the family about a delay, I offered them to use my lap-top and to Skype back. The booth-responsible was less happy. They were amazed that you could actually bump into a Swede in Argentina and talk to your daughter by screaming to a laptop without any cables connected. It is quite strange I guess. It’s a strange world we live in. Had I only long curly hair they would have thought I was the second coming. They loved me and wanted to pay me. Gave them two business cards and told them to remember the logo and tell everyone the story whenever they see it in American media. One of them touched me the way only old women have done on this trip. Unfortunately. Love and needish seem to have no connection what so ever at this time. At least not for the CEO. Needish has been like a monastery so far. Only men. Only time to think about the mission, not really knowing what the mission is, but taking for granted it’s a good one.
Are you Needish? I know I am. Or is it Swedish?
Considering those American clients… do they mean that we are no longer in a start up phase?
