The Eternal Question

In the past 3.5 weeks since I started working, I have only had to pay for lunch on two of those days. And those two days were the times when the carnivorous interns failed to understand the limits of "The Company Is NOT A Genie In A Bottle And We Only Resupply The Foodstuffs Every Once In A While," or to put it nicely, "STOP FUCKING EATING ALL OUR SHIT YOU FUCKING INTERNS." Today during the sole ten-minute break that I had to cram in the last apple on the table and a wheat bagel with salmon shmear (mmmmm), another of the interns and I were discussing how we could actually live on everything the company provides. I agreed - food, small gym (just a couple treadmills and a rack of weights, but hey, not shabby), shower, socialization - we're in a twelve-year-and-runnign little BioSphere bubble experiment. And I love it. (Except, of course, when we run out of food and the interns have to fight each to TO THE DEATH! for sustenance, and then the senior scientists get to take the leftovers after the stronger, victorious interns finish feeding. That, or eat Eggo waffles with Cheerios and honey because we never seem to run out of those three things.)

I took that step that I told myself I would not take, however. I showered at work this morning.

But seriously, the shower at work is nicer than the shower at my apartment. Good water pressure. Water gets hot FAST. Lockers. Cubbies. Lots of hooks to hang stuff. Spacious. Stainless steel assistance handlebars. Seriously baller.

Why was I showering at work, you ask? Because yesterday I crossed yet another important milestone: yesterday was the first time that I could shout out the phrase "I'M ON A BOAT!" without everybody reminding me that I am a habitual liar. Pitts and Crabs generously invited me to go out sailing on Pitts' twenty-seven-footer sailboat in the Bay. The weather being absolutely gorgeous (first in a damn long time), I of course accepted the offer and had a grand ol' time sailing from the Berkeley Marina out to the Bay Bridge (the shitty half before you hit Treasure Island, not the beautiful half after it) and back. I was so pooped after, unfortunately, that I just went home and passed out after.

Consequently, I showed up at work smelling of the sea, fresh fish, and barges carrying giant pieces of the new Bay Bridge, hence the shower. Shut up, I'm gross, I know, GO JUDGE YOUR OWN FACE SOMEWHERE ELSE.

So yes. Milestone achieved, and I made a hasty executive decision to utilize the shower at work in the 5 minutes before 9AM.

So forget you, Googleplex. I may not get a game room or really awesome food or free drinks or a bunch of awesome Google merchandise or the right to say I work at one of the most successful companies in the world or a massage parlor or a hair salon or a dog park or barbecues or sushi days or...um...

Damn.