The company I work for is moving from our studio space in Walnut Creek to the corporate mothership in Redwood Shores this week.
But not me. Not my team. We're going to haunt this cubicle tomb for another few months and then we're moving to our own special place in Emeryville, just for us. Because we're pirates! Because we're The Chosen! Because our boss doesn't want to commute!
This is not a good or a bad thing. It just sort of is. On the one hand, I'll be back in first-to-second wave mode, at least day-to-day. I think this is good. I'll admit that I've gotten used to my nice, warm corporate blanky. It came in handy with all the lifestyle management we've had to do over the last few years to have a stable work life. I don't need Steve Jobs screaming at me to be brilliant at 4:00 am.
Actually, I don't need that, ever. I don't work for The Steve. I work for Will Wright. He doesn't scream and he's smarter than The Steve and has cooler toys, so nyah!
So, anyway...
The new digs means I need to get back into Xerox PARC mode. Less anonymous. More wunderkind. Which is fine. I've actually started programming again for fun a few months back.
But we're not there yet. We're in the interzone. Everyone is buzzing about and making moving plans and we're just...here. And they took the soda machine. I managed to get the last Diet Coke out before they hauled it away.
We will walk these gray carpeted halls like thirsty ghosts for two more months, without relief, without...Diet Coke.
Posted by Jason at March 22, 2004 02:54 PM