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February 13, 2017
Shot Out of a Cannon
Shot Out of a Cannon
I get into the office at about 11:30 a.m. PST. There aren't many people here, but right away, Pallab says we should go to lunch first, before we get too crazy buried into work.
Yes. That sounds like a plan.
Now, I'm looking for a place to stay on Air BNB. I want a place on the Richmond/Fremont train line. Last week, I had to keep switching over to the Pittsburgh/Bay Point line at MacArthur Station. This time, I want to be on the Richmond/Fremont line so that I don't have to keep switching over. Find a 1 room apartment for $83 a night at Ashby Station. Book the room. Now, I have a place to stay.
People are trickling into the office now...Raghu...Ben...Asok...John...
They are coming in from all over the place. NYC, Chicago, Jacksonville, Toronto...
By 12:00 noon, we're all heading to lunch...where shall we go? Ike's.
Heading towards the stair well and Nassir meets us there.
So now, we're walking through Oakland to eat lunch, and the stories are coming out. Where were you this weekend? What did y'all do? So, everyone is sharing their adventures from a different time zone. At Ikes, the place is packed. You can't even get in the door to order your sandwich.
Now, Ben comes by on his electric bicycle.
He's heading to a new bakery in Oakland...Firebrand Artisan Breads - to get some chocolate banana croissants.
We're all sitting in the cold huddled around some open tables, swapping stories about what we did over the weekend.
This is the fun part, really. Like...this isn't like when people go into work on Monday and hate their jobs and hate their lives. This isn't like listening to the caged bird sing. It's about hanging out with people who fly all over the world every week. Globe trotters. They have the best stories.
We get back to the office, and it's just sensory overload. Like...I did almost nothing in Colorado this past weekend. But now, it's like you're suddenly riding a rocket into outer space.
We're planning what nights we'll go out this week and where we'll go, etc.
I get back to my desk looking out over Lake Merritt. Seagulls flying by. I have more food than I could eat in a lifetime. And now, we start planning what we'll do this afternoon.
Posted by Rob Kiser on February 13, 2017 at 2:29 PM
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