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So many Roads; So many Forks 133<br />

heard through <strong>the</strong> grapevine that you might be available for a little work.<br />

Is that correct?”<br />

I said, “That’s right Bob. What’s up?”<br />

He continued, “I’ve got some acoustic tapes that I’d like to run through<br />

our processing system and have an expert analysis done on <strong>the</strong>m. Do you<br />

think you’re up to it?”<br />

I answered, “That’s my line Bob. Tell me more.”<br />

He said, “I’ve only got $1200 to spend, so if I send you a RFQ (Request for<br />

Quotation), will you keep that in mind?”<br />

I said, “Sure thing Bob. I’ll drop by tomorrow and pick it up. That should<br />

streamline <strong>the</strong> process.” He was happy with that.<br />

When I got <strong>the</strong> RFQ and saw <strong>the</strong> specifics of <strong>the</strong> requirement, I was<br />

satisfied that I could do it within his budget. In fact I knew that I could<br />

<strong>com</strong>plete it in two days, but knowing what he had to spend I figured why<br />

not milk it to <strong>the</strong> hilt. I quoted him $30 an hour for a maximum of five days,<br />

thus utilizing his total amount. I stated that five days should be sufficient.<br />

He accepted and I did <strong>the</strong> job for him. Again I informed <strong>the</strong> UI office of my<br />

windfall although I knew that if I didn’t <strong>the</strong>y wouldn’t have been <strong>the</strong> wiser.<br />

* * * *<br />

It was around this time that my friend Joe McNeil called me saying that he<br />

was in town on business and asked if I would I like to get toge<strong>the</strong>r. Joe was<br />

working for a defence contractor named Fleetwood at <strong>the</strong> time, who was in<br />

turn selling his expertise to <strong>the</strong> Department of National Defence. Our friendship<br />

was deeply rooted in <strong>the</strong> fact that we were from <strong>the</strong> same occupation<br />

(NACOP or Sonarman) and had sailed on a couple of ships toge<strong>the</strong>r back<br />

in <strong>the</strong> seventies and early eighties. I told Joe that I’d love to get toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

and he set <strong>the</strong> time and place.<br />

For <strong>the</strong> life of me I can’t remember where we met, or even if we met for<br />

dinner or just drinks, but I do remember <strong>the</strong> out<strong>com</strong>e. We talked about old<br />

times and had a few hearty laughs. Then <strong>the</strong> conversation advanced to an<br />

idea to incorporate a <strong>com</strong>pany of our own. We’d provide our joint expertise<br />

to <strong>the</strong> Government by bidding on defence contracts for consulting<br />

services. Within a week, Foresight Technologies Inc was formed with me<br />

as <strong>the</strong> Chief Executive Officer, but something disturbed me right off <strong>the</strong><br />

bat – my new partner thought that <strong>the</strong> first thing we should invest in was<br />

pens bearing our <strong>com</strong>pany name for promotional purposes. I thought that<br />

we should at least develop a business strategy before going to <strong>the</strong> expense<br />

of promoting ourselves. I quashed <strong>the</strong> pens idea.

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