"I'm not sure if I want my name above the title 'Trusty

Computer Programmer' on the company stationary."

"Who said anything about printing your name on the

company stationary? You should be grateful that we are
printing your name on a rubber stamp." He grunted again in
indifference, and scrutinized an article titled "Cash Flow
Politics: How to Make Your Expense Account Go Further than
Your Business Partner's."

Eventually the bossy S-max relented and agreed to

permit his partner to occupy the much in-demand post of vice
president of R and D on alternate Monday mornings. He would
occupy it the rest of the time.

Since neither of them cared to be vice president of

sales and marketing, as both considered anything involving
sales or marketing to be as dishonorable a vocation as
picting over-priced funeral plots on late-night TV, they
agreed to take turns in the post on the last Friday
afternoon of every month--at least until their computer
company got off the ground and it was no longer necessary to
have someone in charge of sales or marketing. They did not
think it would hurt terribly much if there were no vice
president of sales and marketing the rest of the month.

Once the problem of job titles was finally resolved,

the entrepreneurs proceeded to discuss a more touchy topic.
That was the 400,000 glow-in-the-dark keychains that S-max
had ordered. He planned to emboss them with their company
name and motto--although they had no idea what those were
yet--and give them away as promotional prizes at computer
trade shows, demolition derbys, and anyplace else where they
might pass out things and not be arrested for loitering.
When Andrew.BAS questioned whether such an expenditure was
wise or necessary, especially since they lacked the money to
even have call-waiting installed on the phone, the computer
builder bristled.

"Let's be realistic," he huffed, a suggestion which

caused the increasingly anxiety-filled