On my subway ride into work this morning, two techies sat behind me. It turned out they were friends from a former company and they began to catch-up.
The talker worked in sales. The other must have been a programmer. He was quieter.
The talker recounted his recent trip to Vegas with his boss. They played and drank and crashed a club with a bachelorette party they met at an expensive restaurant. The talker flirted with the women, but nothing came of it.
Then the topic switched to money and salaries and wives and children. Wives? What’s this talker doing in Vegas playing with girls at a club? From the conversation, both men were frustrated by their wives. The quieter one didn’t appreciate his wife’s online spending habits.
“Every day a new package shows up at the front door,” he said.
“Tell your wife to get a job,” the talker said.
“I do, but she doesn’t do anything about it,” the programmer said. “She sleeps until noon, then gets online and spends money.”
“I wouldn’t let her do that. She needs to find a real job and bring in some money,” the talker said.
Then they talked about the price of housing and how important it is to live where it’s cheap and not compete with the younger set living in the city.
“They pay $4,000 a month!” the talker said.
“Yes! It’s crazy!”
“They must be making crazy salaries,” the programmer said.
“No, they live four to a condo, that’s how it’s done,” the talker said.
“Do you think the housing bubble will last this time?”
“Sure it will. This is Silicon Valley.”
These guys must have stepped off another planet. Or were too young to experience the housing meltdown of the early 2007’s.
And we trust these guys with our social media? Yikes!