I was laid off from Eazel when their funding fell through in the 2001 dot-com crash. The founders were ex-Apple people and they arranged for Apple to interview those of us who had been laid off. I wasn't hired, but the people who did get jobs there made Safari. I spent the next few months at the library and watching my bank balance dwindle away, until some of my other former coworkers were hired at Danger and got me an interview there.
"3990 Old Town Avenue, San Diego" is permanently burned into my brain. I was finally in that neighborhood about 10 years ago and visited the shrine myself, even though any evidence of the company there is long gone now.
If only these sorts of workarounds really worked when your brain doesn't have enough of the right chemicals. "Can't make myself do the thing" turns out to be called ADHD, and T3+T4 thyroid treatment and Adderall have helped me.
