The Original Macintosh:    2 of 3 
Things Are Better Than Ever
Author: Andy Hertzfeld
Date: September 1984
Characters: Andy Hertzfeld, Bob Belleville, Bud Tribble, Steve Jobs, Pat Sharp, Burrell Smith
Topics: Quitting, Personality Clashes, Reality Distortion
Summary: My leave of absence was drawing to a close
My Apple Badge

Toward the end of August 1984, my six month leave of absence (see Leave of Absence) was drawing to a close, and I still hadn't decided whether I would return to Apple. I continued to feel very close to the company, so it wouldn't be easy for me to turn in my badge, but I didn't see a reasonable alternative.

Either way, I was sure that I would continue to write software for the Macintosh, which was still brand new and overflowing with exciting opportunities for innovative applications (see Thunderscan). I was confident that I could earn more money working independently than Apple was willing to pay me, even if you counted the appreciation of stock options, but financial matters were not my paramount consideration.

The main issue was that I wanted to be able to continue to make a difference in the Mac's evolution and I felt that no matter what I did on my own, it could only have a small fraction of the impact of work done for Apple. Even though things had gone relatively well so far, the Mac's long term success was far from certain, and it was entirely dependent on the moves that Apple made to evolve the platform.

Many of my closest friends were still working on the Mac team, so I heard a lot about what was going on at Apple. I usually drove down to Cupertino to visit them once every week or two, hanging out in the Bandley 3 fishbowl (see Spoiled?), tentatively at first, but growing more comfortable when I saw that I was still welcome there. I lived next door to Mac hardware designer Burrell Smith, in separate houses on the same lot near downtown Palo Alto, so I heard about Burrell's trials and tribulations at work on a daily basis. Unfortunately, the news wasn't very encouraging.

The Mac team had merged with the Lisa team in Feburary 1984, a few weeks before I started my leave, creating a single large division. At the time, Steve Jobs claimed that the merger would help to transform the rest of Apple to be more like the Mac team, but to me it seemed like the opposite had occurred. The idealistic version of the Macintosh team that I yearned for had apparently vanished, subsumed by a large organization of the type that we used to make fun of, riven with bureaucratic obstacles and petty turf wars.

The core software group was still recovering from the intense effort to ship (see Real Artists Ship) and hadn't done very much all spring and summer, suffering from a classic case of massive post-partum depression. The LaserWriter printer was the current main focus of development, along with the AppleTalk network required to support it, and the core software team didn't have much to do with either. No one had set a compelling new goal for the team, and now it was just drifting.

Burrell Smith had completed the LaserWriter digital board and moved on to work on the "Turbo Macintosh", a new Macintosh digital board featuring a custom chip that supported 4-bit/pixel gray scale graphics and a fast DMA channel to interface an internal hard drive. But Burrell frequently complained of sparring with engineering manager Bob Belleville and others on his staff over trivial design decisions. He thought that Bob didn't really want to add a hard drive to the Mac, favoring the development of a Xerox style "file server" instead, and was therefore trying to surreptitiously kill the Turbo project. I didn't think that Burrell would put up with it much longer; as he phrased it, he was "asymptotically approaching liberation" from Apple.

The one saving grace was that Bud Tribble had finally completed his six year M.D./Ph.D. program at the University of Washington and decided to forgo practicing medicine in favor of returning to his old job at Apple as Macintosh software manager, working for Bob Belleville. In July 1984, he moved into a spare bedroom at Burrell's house in Palo Alto, next door to mine, so I got to see him frequently. I still had the highest respect for Bud, and I loved to show him whatever I was working on because he always managed to improve it with an insightful suggestion or two.

I had mixed feelings about returning to the lumbering Macintosh division, but Bud was a strong link to the good old days and I thought that perhaps we could establish a little outpost in the large organization where the original Macintosh values could prevail. But that didn't seem possible if Bud worked for Bob Belleville, my nemesis whom I blamed for many of the problems. The only solution I could think of was for Bud to work directly for Steve Jobs instead of working for Bob. Bud was all for it, but only Steve could make it happen. I called Steve's secretary Pat Sharp, and arranged to have dinner with Steve and Bud to discuss my possible return to Apple.

We met in the lobby of Bandley 3 and walked to an Italian restaurant on De Anza Boulevard a few blocks away. Steve seemed a bit preoccupied, and I was nervous about how he would react to what I had to say, because I had to implicitly criticize him to make my case. After we ordered dinner I cleared my throat and tentatively plunged ahead.

"As you know, I care a lot about Apple, and I really want to return from my leave of absence. I'd love to work for Bud again, but things seem really messed up right now." I paused for a moment as I gathered my resolve. "The software team is completely demoralized, and has hardly done a thing for months, and Burrell is so frustrated that he won't last to the end of the year..."

Steve cut me off abruptly with a withering stare. "You don't know what you're talking about!", he interrupted, seeming more amused than angry. "Things are better than ever. The Macintosh team is doing great, and I'm having the best time of my life right now. You're just completely out of touch."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, or tell if Steve was serious or not. I looked to Bud, who communicated his bewilderment with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders, but I could see that he wasn't going to corroborate my views.

"If you really believe that, I don't think there's any way that I can come back," I replied, my hopes for returning sinking fast. "The Mac team that I want to come back to doesn't even exist anymore."

"The Mac team had to grow up, and so do you," Steve shot back. "I want you to come back, but if you don't want to, that's up to you. You don't matter as much as you think you do, anyway."

I saw that we were so far apart that there was little point in continuing the conversation. We finished dinner quickly and walked back to Apple without further discussion.

Actually, quitting was easier than I thought it would be; I just called up Apple's HR department and let them know that I wouldn't be coming back. I didn't even have to sign any paperwork or turn in my badge, which I still have today, almost twenty years later. I had thought it would feel devastating to finally resign, but instead I actually felt relieved for the situation to be resolved, and optimistic about writing Macintosh software on my own.

Joining the Mac Group
Back to The Original Macintosh
The Macintosh Spirit

Account Name:


Create new account
Overall Rating: 4.14

Your rating:





I would realy like to know what you think of the present state of the Macintosh OS, if you can call it that (the next NeXT) . It has been a long time since the original Mac and a lot has happened. As a non geek but an avid Mac fan I find it quite fascinating, the marked changes from a propriety operating system to a Unix (or is that UNIX) based system. Why did it seem so difficult to give the Mac OS true multi-tasking and with protective memeory (remember I'm a none programmer and a failed geek) and Apple had to buy another company to achieve OS X. In a way I like the results, OS X and the Aqua interface is fabulous but it also has huge overheads. Lots of super geeky stuff I could play with if I had the aptitude but has something been lost since the change from OS7, 8, 9 apart from system crashes and bombs? I still manage to get OS X to lock up and need restarting occasionaly. There's also a lot of this geeky stuff (and the same goes when advocating Linux) that I just can't see many people really wanting to do. Your thoughts would be appreciated.
Ouch. "You don't matter as much as you think you do, anyway" We matter as much as we make ourselves matter, too bad he didn't give you the chance. Granted it sounds like it worked out for the best anyway. These stories make me believe that you did indeed matter much.
Bear in mind that early Mac OS had to work on a 68000-based machine with 128k of RAM, running off a floppy. This is quite different from the case later on, as the machines got faster and had more RAM and moved to hard disk storage. Really, the available machine resources of an early Mac compared to something capable of running OS X are miniscule. So it's not straightforward to compare the modern Unixy approach (ignoring the spiffy interface of OS X, even) - there are so many levels of indirection, so many tables of tables, caches and the like - also, with the RAM we have nowadays in machines, it's acceptable for processes to be heavily sandboxed so that they're more isolated and the system doesn't collapse so easily. Sophisticated memory protection, multi-tasking and the like with many shared resources would have been a huge ask on the early hardware. I suppose this is one of the reasons why System 7 was so much slower than 6, and 8 slower than 7.
Funny to see that at the time of this conversation, Steve was struggling with Sculley ver Apple control, thus having the worst time of his own life. After read his bio I cannot help myself thinking of how Andy was wrapped in Steve's reality distortion field without notice during this particular dinner. Steve was denying reality so hard, but at same time he was so fragile, that if, maybe, Andy stood up and confronting him, maybe the outcoming of this confrontation would make things differen for everybody... some how... Regards, Emerson