Yesterday, I went on a visit to Google Chicago. A friend of mine works there and we met for lunch and a quick convo. giddiness doesn’t even describe a smidgen of how I felt. At first glance, it’s a playground for adult-shaped children. Speaking as one of those myself, I had no problem with that.
After our delicious lunch of flank steaks, mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus and mushrooms, and La Croix sparkling water, we embarked on a tour. I could only take pictures on the outsides of locked doors. I get that. Things are private TOP SECRET. I only wish I could’ve taken pictures of some of the furniture. Cool apple-shaped swings. Massage chairs and rooms for private sessions. It presents like all the tech start-ups you see in movies; ping-pong tables, video games, coffee station, bean bag chairs, fun artwork, 80’s video games references and homages to ancestral times. It was fun. If I had to work in an office building, I’d love for that office building to be it.
Something struck me, however. There were these nooks with different design themes. One, was designed to be like the outdoors. There were beautiful green carpet patches mirroring grass, pastel colored benches, and flowers painted on walls. It was neat. Cute. In remembrance, I chuckle. While Google is creating makeshift spaces I’m working in the real ones. Working for the National Outdoor Leadership School gives me the opportunity to work in beautiful outdoor spaces.
Google is great. It’s fun. I just don’t want to work there. 😉
Here are some of the photos I was allowed to take:
I’m not as tired as I should be. At 4:30 this morning I awoke in halves. One half wanting to pee and excited for the day. The second half, annoyed and leafing through her dreams for the bookmark.
The first half won. I got dressed in my new favorite outfit — a black hoodie, camo pants, and red shoes — and went to The Commons for breakfast. No one else was awake and so I had the place to myself. Though I love my commune (it’s not a commune) mates, it’s nice to have a space to yourself no matter how occasionally.
I pulled up the draft for my play, Sala Kakuhle, Mama and started to type. I played music from some of my favorite artists and began to sing. I wrote verses, monologues, and felt the rhythm of my story deep inside my chest. It was nice. I wasn’t stopped up by hunger, stress, or whatever else sits at my feet on occasion.
Hours passed and eventually I fed myself, joked with my neighbors, played with dogs, took a walk, exercised, went for a run, and watched tv on Hulu. I had an impromptu meeting with my boss and he offered me the job I thought I was going to have to interview hardcore for. This job is so perfect for me right now because it matches my love of food — preparing it for the masses — with my love of the outdoors. Gives me the autonomy I’ve always desired as well as the responsibility. I have a place to live on the ranch, for free, year-round. I’ll work 8 months a year. That’s it. I get time off to do work for Earthseed, and to just play. Or, I could guide for the summer.
This is good for me. I’m nervous because that’s my go-to emotion when awesomeness happens. I know. I know.
So, I’m moving to Tucson for 8 months out of the year, and then I’ll be living in Seattle for the other 4. What makes me happiest, is that those four months align perfectly with Seattle’s beautiful summers. I’m lucky. I’m happy.