After much speculation among us lowly programmers, and a long meeting by management, the top man from the parent company shot off out of the office like he was on fire. Then the remaining members of the meeting came out and informed us that as of 12:30 that day, OneEighty Software Ltd was no longer being funded. No funding means no money, so OneEighty was being liquidated.

We talked briefly about how this happened, which was especially confusing as we were very close to finishing a port to a faster, better chip. I spend an hour squeezing the contents of my desk and drawers into my bag, and we all went down to the Porter and Sorter for a pint. Not much more to say really, I'm currently doing my last commute from London for a while and probably my last ever from sunny Croydon.

I think this qualifies for the most upsetting command I've ever entered into a shell:

ross@hactar ~/Programming
$ du -hs OneEighty/
70M     OneEighty/
ross@hactar ~/Programming
$ rm -rf OneEighty/
ross@hactar ~/Programming
$

Many people will point out that at the end of the day this is just a job and there are other jobs, and that is indeed true. What is also true that Dan and myself worked with Russel on what is now called ORIGIN-J, for what is now called OneEighty Software Ltd, back when we were still at university in our spare time over four years ago. We've seen the architecture evolve, processors come and go, and the company grow from three people working at home, to seven people in a Regus office, to thirteen people in another office. We've been there from the beginning to the end, and it's sad to see us shut down just as things, in a real physical product sense, were starting to take off.

Personally, I'm going to take a few days out to sort out the chaos left behind by The Gift Registry going into administration, and to check my Debian packages are ready for Sarge. If anyone out there in the London/Cambridge area wants to hire a C/Java/Python/Debian coder, mail me. If anyone wants to hire a kick-arse Linux system administrator in the Croydon area who battled Samba in a domain environment and came out with his sanity intact, mail me and I'll forward the message to Dan.

Finally, thank you Russel, you were a great boss.

NP: Lamb, Lamb. Loudly.