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    Paglow: Part 2

M. Gage Morgan   on August 9, 2017
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Because by signing up to be the head honcho of a company, the spotlight is automatically tracking you. It’s all public, bucko.

Again, leave now if you are here to judge me as a professional. I take my work seriously, but not always my image. I’m here temporarily, and unless something else comes up, I probably won’t be. This post is here to mark my final thoughts on what happened: When a young adult gets told off by two older adults who think this prodigy Jayson Paglow is destined for greatness. When that young adult and his buddy both get pissed at the Prodigy himself. For saying that as belligerent as us young adults are, we even recognize the fact that there comes a point where risk taking is no longer an option. 

The story starts out with two young men: M. Gage Morgan and Elijah D. Clark. Our two heroes go into business training for youngsters after they decided to start a software development company named Christoffen two years earlier. They meet two grown women who, for the most part, try to keep them from stumbling into holes. The path gets rockier the further forward they go, however. Their names were Nicole Scott and Kathy Keller, neither of which our two young heroes have heard from since May. 

Before we meet them, let’s go over a post on this site from before, except this time, let’s recap and leave out the bloodshed from this. The main thing to note here is, the two women mentioned above introduced these two young heroes to the Prodigy himself, Jayson Paglow. He was introduced as a mentor, a good influence if you will. The Prodigy, however, was not fit for the task he was volunteering to do. 

So let’s move this train forward, because the Prodigy’s issues weren’t apparent at first. Our two young heroes didn’t think anything was wrong. That was, until the Prodigy couldn’t be the Mentor that he was supposed to be, and refused to let the other two women know this. He led on our two heroes, blindly. Later they would suspect the man never went to college (unless it was online or something, but your decisions change after graduation, do not quote me on this statement because I don’t know this for a fact) and had never written a business plan. They didn’t think about this or analyze it. At least, not until that March. 

See, that March they were ramping up finalizations on the business plan. They still thought the young Prodigy knew everything because he said he’d been through it twice before. He said he was a wise, changed man. But what they didn’t know was what he would later tell them in a spiteful blow to the skull at the time they needed his input most. 

So, what did he do? He told them they were un-fucking-professional, he told them that they were not fit for the real world, and he told them that business could not even be planned out or scheduled, much less be planned out or scheduled perfectly. To our young heroes, he tried to cover up his rage. He told them the part that was unprofessional was the part where they tried to get a lock on when he could talk. The whole trying to contact Sphere so they could talk about homework he was supposed to be helping them with. The whole Prodigy Mentor disguise he for some damn reason thought would be a good idea to sign up for. 

One of our young heroes wrote an intentionally scathing, unprofessional response to the Prodigy’s email on this website, because the Prodigy wasn’t taking care of his own health, he was trying to do everything by himself, and he was talking out the side of his ass. The Prodigy was telling them they were unprofessional, but he didn’t know unprofessional from a lamppost. It’s unprofessional to lead people on, to not know where you’ll be at 5:30PM next Tuesday, and it’s unprofessional not to manage your time. That was the point of that post. 

But what that post didn’t mention was the other convos that took place in the weeks following. The ones about our favorite little Prodigy. The ones that our two heroes had with the two aforementioned women. See, the hero named Elijah D. Clark finally woke up. The Prodigy had knocked something in his head that M. Gage Morgan, our other hero, had not been able to do: The Prodigy made Elijah so pissed off that he learned what it was like to lose so much respect for someone that you become ruthless. 

So, after a while of trying to figure out if the Prodigy had said anything to the two older adults about the e-mail with the two younger Heroes, the Heroes decided they were going to say something if this Prodigy bastard didn’t. So, one Tuesday in late March they finally did so. 

“Hey, Nicole! Elijah doesn’t want to say anything about this, so I will. Jayson sent us a scathing e-mail, but you wouldn’t know it was scathing until you read it, pondered, and read it twice or three times.” said M. Gage. 

“Did you send back anything rude or harsh, Gage?” Nicole asked..

“No, he didn’t.” Elijah piped up. “He only gave the fake sorry because face it, he has nothing to be sorry about.”

“Well, I was gonna say if you did, Gage, you will never speak to Jayson Paglow again.” Nicole stated bluntly. 

“No, and now I’m gonna tell you the cold part of the situation, Nicole. He was supposed to be our mentor and probably shouldn’t have-” M. Gage started, but Kathy butted in.

“Gage, Elijah, we know you aren’t happy, but Jayson volunteered. He didn’t have to-” Gage cut Kathy off. 

“That’s what I was going to say. He shouldn’t have signed up. And now let me tell you what Silicon Valley would have told him: He’s not gonna be around much longer if the belligerent attitude in this email stays put. He’s going to go out of business. I’m not saying this because I don’t like the guy, I’m saying this because I want him to succeed-” Gage was cut off by Nicole. 

“Do you even know what he’s going through? He signed up for spots in about 200 shopping malls across the country.” Nicole said. 

“-but like I said, he doesn’t plan for any of this stuff. Nicole, he’s going too fast, like you said he only has coffee for breakfast on some days, and he is about to burn out for good. He should franchise this, so people who want to run it will show up themselves. By opening all these locations haphazzardly, he’ll get boned. Shoot, unless he owns the property instead of renting-” Gage tried to rattle…

“That’s his business and his problem, Gage. It’s none of your business. I’m done talking about it.” Nicole walked off. 

Elijah could see through Gage this time. The white hot fire had spread into a hellish lake. The rage was there, and Elijah was probably wondering if this was the day Gage would finally get himself kicked out of the program. But alas, it was not. Now that we have this convo out of the way, let’s flash forward to August. Literally 5 months. 

Back in March, Jayson had blown it. He didn’t know it. But M. Gage Morgan had been right by his premonitions he’d stated to Nicole almost half a year earlier. His leases fucked him over. He simply had too many. Nicole took an interest in him because he was a small business, and she wanted Lima to retain his contributions to the local economy. The issue was, the man didn’t have anyone advising him. He didn’t have anyone to recommend to him it would be smart to not go so fast. Even kings have advisors. Even the POTUS has a cabinet that is full of people who advise him on decisions he should make!

But alas, Gage walked into the mall one day in August and found the spot where Jayson’s business had been was empty, never again to be seen. He walked into GameStop.

“What happened to Sphere?” He asked the cashier quizzically.

“Oh, they closed. I think they might have gone out of business with the rest of the mall.” Gage just thanked the guy, walked away, and then laughed. He knew he was right, stood by what he said after Nicole treated him like a child! He’d given Jayson a year. Jayson didn’t even take a year. 

Now, I’ll be writing this in first person from this point forward. While I did write an e-mail to Nicole about this, it was because I was done with the whole “Ha ha, you child! You haven’t been around long enough to say he isn’t fit for business.” But here we are, and I’m partially feeling the white hot flames we both felt that day in March. I told them this in the message. And now, I think they’ve seen it and are passing it down the grapevine, because my mom said something to me about it. About time I put out a statement, because this entire thing was frustrating to watch: Jayson was lucky – he had a good thing going, and he went too far too fast. Too ambitious. He played more sorry than safe. 

Both his Lima locations closed. He did what I’d predicted he’d do before he did it half a year earlier. But Nicole had lit a fire under my ass – I take my work much more seriously than my personal image. This is because when I die, I want people to remember me for the things I created rather than the person I am. Why? Because the person I am now isn’t the one that was here two years ago. I’m always changing, which is why my personal image doesn’t matter a whole lot. To accept me as a person, you might need to mull over that for a second. I change. But not enough that people constantly notice. 

To this end, Nicole and Jayson did something that I hated older people for doing: Acting like an 18-year-old couldn’t, wouldn’t or shouldn’t know jack shit about the real world. I got news: Many of them work in the real world after school. They know a lot more than you’d assume. I observe from the sidelines. I can’t begin to tell you that I’m not the only one. 

So, that said, my mom must have known about the email. Nicole could have told her, or my mom could have heard it from Jodi because Nicole was triggered. At this point, I don’t care. I was only looking out for a guy I wanted to see successful well into the next year. He also wanted to see Clark and I successful, at least for a time. And if you read this far, I solute you, especially if you are one of the people mentioned in this post. 

She iterated Nicole’s point. That it “wasn’t my business.” I’m so tired of that shit. 

If you are a CEO, I don’t give a rat’s ass. Neither does Silicon Valley. Look at Uber’s ousting of their former CEO. Was that the media’s business? THEY COVERED EVERY SECOND OF IT. THAT’S NOT DIFFERENT, EITHER. Doesn’t fucking matter, you can’t save face. Why? Because by signing up to be the head honcho of a company, the spotlight is automatically tracking you. It’s all public, bucko.

Jayson and I both signed up for this. Me when I started Christoffen, him when he started SphereVR. There is no changing that, Nicole, or dear mother. And saying it’s none of my business just isn’t right. Just because he’s a good friend doesn’t mean you can shield him from reality. He needs to know the truth of the situation. Because of this, he learned the hard way. The world we live in can be a cold place, and navigation can be gruesome. 

So, now at this point I don’t think you should pressure someone. You should, however give them a tap on the shoulder. And advise – not explode. Because they will remember your words of warning, and listen to you more carefully next time. I learned this when I first started working with Elijah. He was in a predicament, and I tried to instruct him how to weasel out of it the safe way, but he didn’t listen. He would later say he wished I had pushed harder and he also said that that was what finally made him listen. Realizing you were right after this debacle. Obviously, everyone isn’t Elijah, and not everyone is capable of learning from their mistakes. 

This post was to bring to light what Thoughts on Paglow did not. It sounds like I’m a major jackass/asshat/asshole, but under somebody else, I won’t be in advisor mode. I won’t correct them. I will probably do things and say not a word. Because you show your IQ to the world, and the world gives you one of the two Darwin awards: Done, or Died Trying. You are guaranteed to get one, but unlike your son’s baseball team, they are both different and tell you if you passed or failed. Yup. A participation failure lets the world know you didn’t make it. Not the participation trophy you were expecting as a ridiculing bystander, now was it?

I start my position aa full-time student on the 21st. You can bet I have multiple agendas and places to remind me to get things done. You can bet I bave some afternoons planned out and others on a first-come-first-serve basis. But I’m organized and planned at the very least two steps ahead of the game, and even have backup plans if the one I want to follow simply can’t or won’t work out.