Sentences with phrase «almost went out of business»

I almost went out of business in the first year.

Last time I checked not too good as they almost went out of business.

The Outback Wagon has been a boon for Subaru, which almost went out of business here trying to compete with Nissan, Toyota and Mazda.

It's nearly impossible to believe, but there was a time when Tartine Bakery almost went out of business.

We made this mistake with our business card product and almost went out of business.

In 1997, Apple almost went out of business.

These are overall industry numbers, not helped by declining Wii software sales or by GAME almost going out of business, but it is still a clear indication that the retail market isn't in a healthy state.

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Relying almost exclusively on data - driven processes, Nguyenova is a proponent of continuous AB testing in multiple areas of the business (to quickly figure out what works and what doesn't), and encourages constant adaptability so startups never run the risk of going obsolete or succumbing to competition.

Netflix is worried because only a few major distributors like Comcast control access to almost all the homes in the U.S. (it's a similar situation in Canada), so ISPs could potentially charge outrageous rates, and it would have no choice but to pay up or go out of business.

Since I go out of town on business trips almost every week, rental car already paid for, it would cool if it was possible to us the rental to make side income.

So compelling, in fact, that almost on the spur of the moment you turned your back on the fishing business, left your wife and kids who were perplexed if not put out at your departure, and went off with the wandering teacher.

Then, after conducting my business I was walking out behind her, hands full, and she let go of the door and it almost knocked everything out of my hand.

«Almost 90 percent of our samples go out the same day and we try to ship trial orders between three to five business days,» she says.

But in the public sector, unions are almost entirely insulated from the consequences of making unreasonable demands, since governments never go out of business.

Eventually, investors stopped pouring the money in (for various reasons, but amongst others the higher rates and the slower overall economy), and almost immediately companies started going out of business, and then it all blew up.

I am of two minds when I drive to the Home Despot, as we call it; I preferred to walk to the local small - mart hardware store a few blocks from home, but almost all the main street hardware stores are gone now, run out of business by the Depots, Lowes and

One of the most interesting things about the project is that not only has almost nobody tried to repeat this sort of research but the business world has even gone out of its way to spread mis - information about it because it was seen as so threatening to business - as - usual.

When so many companies go out of business each year, it is almost unheard of for a local company to still be in business, in the same location, for almost five decades!

Your other venture of «converting rentals into STR's» almost has another consulting dynamic to it as you are going to have to properly assess the return on investment of converting the rental to an STR including market analysis, FFE costs and overall just figuring out if it's a financially sound business decision for your client.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.