My worst christmas ever.

December 9th, 2009

Christmas 2005 sucked a lot for Sean and I.

It sucked because we had no money. We didn’t have much time either. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices.

In this case it was a place to live and a new girlfriend.

Let me explain…

We’re super organised now, but, we made some rookie errors at the start – and under-budgeted for the start up.

One of us had to mow lawns in Brisbane a couple of days a week to make ends meet. We were behind in rent and bills in our place in Brisbane.

We scraped but we believed in what we were doing and sometimes that’s all you need.

On top of it all we’d both just met new girls and we didn’t have a lot of time or money to sweep them off their feet – just like we do these days.

On Christmas Eve, it all came to a head.

That day, I mowed 14 lawns. People like their places looking good for Christmas.

One fussy client had made me get down on my knees and scoop blades of grass off her driveway with my bare hands.

What a day.

After having a cold outdoor shower and washing off the dust and dog crap, I went up stairs and turned on the light but nothing happened.

A blown fuse or an unpaid bill?

After checking the box, I realised that the real cause was the reminder letters from Energex – or rather the fact that we were struggling to pay them.

So it was Christmas and we had no power.

Moments later Sean rolled up the driveway after a stiff day in the office at the Gold Coast. I gave him the news. As always he took it in his stride.

The weather was hot. So cold showers were fine. There was zero food in the fridge so that wasn’t an issue either.

Ladies love the candles too.

All good – except we were due to meet these two new girlfriends for a double date and exchange Christmas gifts in 30 minutes.

We had no money and no presents – but it’s the thought that counts right?

So I went into the bathroom and took a tube of Colgate out of its box and quickly wrapped the empty box. It wasn’t really Myer gift wrapping standards either.

A box of kisses. How sweet.

But she didn’t think so, no matter how well I tried to sell it. She dumped me unceremoniously. Dang! No Christmas dinner with her family!

The next day we woke up in sweltering Aussie Christmas heat, without electricity to even turn on the $13.95 fan I bought at Aldi.

For Christmas dinner, we scraped coins off the floor of the car and walked down the road and discovered that Big Chief Burgers was open – what a score.

Sean’s family was in Ireland and mine was down in Adelaide, so we were roughing it solo.

What a suckful Christmas.

A week later we had to move to the Gold Coast – Nimble started to kick off just in the nick of time.

The moral of the story is that having no money at Christmas is not fun. We got a good taste of that and – as we’ve always said, it helped us shape Nimble exactly as it should be.

It’s not like some chump in a suit who has never had a hard day in his life started Nimble. We really know what people need. That sets us apart.

If you can top this story, leave a comment. Go on.

In my next blog post, you’ll see how truly happy we are today. Three of us will be expressing our Christmas cheer in the most artistic way. See you then.


The information contained in this blog is correct at the date of publication.