Back in July of 1999 I made the leap from a salaried job at a multimedia CD-ROM company to start my own company, which was really just a structure for me to be a full-time freelancer, doing web development. I called the company Bucketbox, without much thought really. There’s a story behind that name, but too boring to tell.
It was a decision partly based in a need to escape the really shitty environment I was in, in part to earn more money, in part to have some extra time to make a music website content management system and to play in a band, and in part because it was still boom time and I thought anything was possible.
And for a while, life was good. I was working about 3-4 days a week and getting time to work on a whole bunch of cool stuff, play more music, and just generally have a good time.
But it wasn’t too long until the bust happened, the calls stopped coming for more work, I ended up with a big chunk of debt and no income to pay it, and thus found myself looking for fulltime employment again. I thankfully found a terrific company to work for, and have been working there ever since.
Yesterday saw the closure of that chapter of my life, with all the debts paid off and me being finally able to deregister the company. I still have a few loose ends to sort out, but the most of it is done. I didn’t realise just how much doing the deed (signing the paperwork) would affect me. I was pretty much a wreck all yesterday afternoon.
Even though the whole experience of the business was pretty shitty, there was something in me that found it really difficult to let go of the company. It was definitely the right thing to do, a moment to let go of a whole lot of bunch of bullshit that seemed to be packaged up in that company, bullshit that I was reminded of every time I had to do the accounts, and I had to fill out some stupid ASIC or ATO form, and pay somebody money just to hold onto it.
And so, I bid Bucketbox farewell. I’d like to say it was fun, but…