My favorite memory is my applying for a job at Speakeasy.
I asked to talk to the manager and this short, attractive, direct woman in cutoff jeans and a white v-necked t-shirt came out and asked me a few questions. I think I answered them.
And then she told me to write out my resume on a piece of copy paper.
The paper may have been recycled, having some discarded print out on the other side. I remember wondering if this place was for real. And there were computers everywhere. And monitors.
Complete strangers were sitting next to each other seemingly doing personal things and it all seemed acceptable. I completed my resume and handed it back to this woman and she asked when I could start.
I think I started a week or two later.
— Derek Kavan