It’s simple. We believe that we are building the best company in the world to work for. But, in the end, everyone has a choice as to where they want to work. We want people who choose Fab.com. Fab.com is a career lifestyle decision. We’re confident about our ability to attract and retain the best.
I’ve always bristled at companies that get overly defensive about “poaching.” More often than not, I’ve found it comes off as a lack of confidence in the working environment they’re designing. People are adults and can (and should!!) make these kinds of decisions for themselves. The burden is on you, the employer, to create an environment people want to work in. Granted, things could not be going better for Fab these days (and that certainly plays a big role), but It’s refreshing to see Jason publicly have the confidence in what he and his team are building.
365 Days In Colorado
When It’s Good To Give Up
I walked away from a family member I love deeply this past year. Because as much as I loved that person, I recognized that no matter what I did - she was always going to find fault with me. Always. And let there be no doubt - I wasn’t perfect by any means.
But after years and years of pure unadulterated drama, I realized that she simply didn’t like me. She loved me because I was family. But she didn’t like me. No matter what I did or didn’t do, our relationship was toxic. For both of us. And as I kept reflecting upon what someone told me in college - there are some people who will never be happy no matter what you do and you have to choose how much effort you want to put in that relationship. And I realized how much energy I had spent, how I cried nearly every time I drove to her house, how much her truly passive aggressive behavior had affected me over the years and how many times she had walked away from me. And this time I left. I walked away completely without an explanation. “We need to quit poisoning ourselves with vitriol.”
Some people just make you feel bad. The way you can wake up smelling like some half-rate casino and think to yourself I don’t want to do this anymore, you can feel that way about people, and the worst part is that you can’t extinguish them, you can’t smother their head into an ashtray or make them someone else’s problem.
It’s in our nature to not want to give up, especially not on people; fragile, harmless people – we all just mean well, don’t we? Don’t we all just want to be happy? Don’t the things we do to achieve that happiness, the things that tear us apart from one another – aren’t those the things that make us similar? Aren’t people inherently good? Maybe. But what does it matter if that goodness is not reserved for you? What if all you extract from a person is negativity? How do we justify allowing ourselves to feel badly because someone may or may not be redeemable?
We don’t always recognize when someone is bad for us, but sometimes we do. Sometimes we become all-consumed by the disgust that’s bred from this idea that we allow hate to affect us so deeply. People create art because of it. It can drive us; it can turn us into something we’re not. And even though it’s ugly, it’s addictive. We become addicted to toxicity.
And in that case, it’s good to give up. It’s good to fight against the cancer growing inside of us by neglecting to feed it. We have to starve it into submission, forgo the efforts that help it grow. The brooding and the anguish, bury it. Extinguish whatever it is that’s making us feel badly and worry about ourselves. We need to quit allowing something that’s decidedly negative to drive our actions, our moods. We need to quit poisoning ourselves with vitriol.
Both my mom and my uncle had bone marrow transplants. My mom had an autologous bone marrow transplant (meaning they used her own bone marrow) and my uncle had an autologous and one from a donor.
I wish everyone would join the bone marrow registry. 10,000 people need a bone marrow transplant. Half will receive them.
So if you read this, please, please join the registry.
Two weeks ago I got a call from my doctor, who I’d gone to see the day before because I’d been feeling worn out and was losing weight, and wasn’t sure why.
He was brief: “Amit, you’ve got Acute Leukemia. You need to enter treatment right away.”
I was terrified. I packed a backpack full of clothes, went to the hospital as he’d instructed, and had transfusions through the night to allow me to take a flight home at 7am the next day. I Googled acute leukemia as I lay in my hospital bed, learning that if it hadn’t been caught, I’d have died within weeks.
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I have a couple more months of chemo to go, then the next step is a bone marrow transplant. As Jay and Tony describe below, minorities are severely underrepresented in the bone marrow pool, and I need help.
A few ways to help:
- If you’re South Asian, get a free test by mail. You rub your cheeks with a cotton swab and mail it back. It’s easy.
- If you’re in NYC, you can go to this event my friends are putting on.
- If you know any South Asians (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, or Sri Lanka), please point ‘em to the links above. Thank you.
My friend Amit Gupta founded my favorite photography site Photojojo. A few weeks ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. Amit is one of the nicest, most genuine, most creative people you could ever meet. Prior to founding the awesome Photojojo, he also co-founded Jelly in 2006 in NYC, a coworking community, that’s now spread to 60 cities across the world and helped spark the coworking revolution. It looks like Amit will need a bone marrow transplant quite soon. We can help him with that.
Unlike blood transfusions, finding a genetic match for bone marrow that his body will accept is no easy task. The national bone marrow registry has 9.5 million records on file, yet the chances of someone from South Asian descent of finding a match are only 1 in 20,000.
This is where we come in. We’re going to destroy those odds.
How? By finding and registering as many people of South Asian descent as we possibly can.
Tests are easy– a simple swab of the cheek. If you’re a match, the donation involves an outpatient procedure. It’s not fun, but it’s not dangerous either. And doing it could save a life.
We are encouraging anyone of South Asian descent to take a test to see if you’re a match.
You can get a free test by mail, or, if you’re in New York, you can join us Friday, October 14th for a special party to rally support.
We’ll have test kits on hand at the party, as well as music, booze, and maybe even a photo booth. It will, for the first time, combine a House 2.0-style party with a New Work City-style party, and if you’ve ever been to either, you know they are always something special.
Please spread the word and please do everything you can to help Amit beat leukemia. He’s a superstar.
Much thanks to Tony and pals for organizing this event, and EVERYONE who’s been tweeting and reblogging.
Please help get the word out any way you can. My life quite literally depends on it.
Preparedness
In the newspaper industry there is a common practice for obituaries called “preparedness.” It’s the practice of writing an obituary in advance for prominent figures so newspapers are prepared to share the facts of their life immediately after they pass. Britney Spears, Barack Obama and (of course) Steve Jobs have prepared obituaries.
In real life there is no such thing as preparedness. Whether we know death is imminent or a complete surprise, there is nothing that can prepare you for the loss of someone you love. Even if you loved them only from afar.
While we don’t get preparedness, we do get reminders from time to time on just exactly how short life is and how meaningful we can make it for ourselves and others. I know If I look in the mirror tomorrow and ask myself if Thursday were the last day of my life, would I spend it the way my calendar has planned for me the answer would be a resounding no.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Steve, thank you for not listening to other people’s dogma and for inspiring so many people to do the same.
Elizabeth Warren (via jacobjoaquin)
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