The startup I worked for got purchased a year or two ago. Our untradeable stock (or options on untradeable stock) got turned into REAL stock (or options on real stock) at a price that was high and rising. We were all giddy. We had dreams of being millionaires some day. Some of us were millionaires on paper.
Naturally, before the documents even arrived from the transfer agent, it was all worth much less.
Now that most of mine is vested, it's worth about a twentieth of its high... and, frankly, it is still overvalued. Unless my company (I am carefully not naming my employer here) lays off about two thirds of its people (including me) and concentrates on its core, to reflect the new reality of the high tech industry, I wouldn't want to buy their stock at any price.
I'm giving up. Everything I hadn't already sold, I'm going to cash out. What I thought would let me retire someday will be just enough to buy me a car... a small car... maybe used.
I still believe I chose wisely among the fledgling companies; ours had smart people, good ideas, savvy marketers, and enough wisdom to go hire some decent and experienced leadership. We were not a bunch of dot-com morons. (Unfortunately, I realized later, our customers' customers WERE.) I suppose it could have worked out... at just about any other time in the past decade, it may well have bought me a lovely airplane if not let me retire. I know thirty-year-old retirees. But I missed my chance by trying so late in the game. I don't think that sort of thing is likely to happen any more.
And the purchasing company has destroyed my startup. Good people are leaving at a steady rate. The people I most want to keep in touch with are working elsewhere. There's nothing worth doing around here any more.
Four years. [insert sound of flushing here.]
Naturally, before the documents even arrived from the transfer agent, it was all worth much less.
Now that most of mine is vested, it's worth about a twentieth of its high... and, frankly, it is still overvalued. Unless my company (I am carefully not naming my employer here) lays off about two thirds of its people (including me) and concentrates on its core, to reflect the new reality of the high tech industry, I wouldn't want to buy their stock at any price.
I'm giving up. Everything I hadn't already sold, I'm going to cash out. What I thought would let me retire someday will be just enough to buy me a car... a small car... maybe used.
I still believe I chose wisely among the fledgling companies; ours had smart people, good ideas, savvy marketers, and enough wisdom to go hire some decent and experienced leadership. We were not a bunch of dot-com morons. (Unfortunately, I realized later, our customers' customers WERE.) I suppose it could have worked out... at just about any other time in the past decade, it may well have bought me a lovely airplane if not let me retire. I know thirty-year-old retirees. But I missed my chance by trying so late in the game. I don't think that sort of thing is likely to happen any more.
And the purchasing company has destroyed my startup. Good people are leaving at a steady rate. The people I most want to keep in touch with are working elsewhere. There's nothing worth doing around here any more.
Four years. [insert sound of flushing here.]