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Pilot
My life has been temporarily consumed by this weird urge to journal, so I've been pouring most of my free time into implementing this onto my site (because of course I have). Despite this, I'm actually really proud of myself for having the most social week I've had in a long time. Honestly, I started out by dreading the week. Like I'm already tired man, now I'm about to be even more tired. But the onsite Mon-Thurs was actually a lot more fun than I thought it'd be. Getting to see my co-workers outside of a work setting was a great time, finding out my mentor is also a big Warriors fan was shocking, and Whirlyball might just be the best sport on the planet (although I did walk away with my fair share of injuries). For the first time, I'm actually really excited to go to Chicago in May. Then, Friday should've been a dud: wasn't going into the office, didn't have any meetings, Vicky was a little mad at me, didn't even go to the gym. But middle of the day, the Seattle boys hit me up for what can only be described as a boys night: pizza, beer, Smash. Despite being absolute dogwater at Smash, I had a good time, and it's been so long since I've made actual new friends I forgot what that felt like. Though I will say, not being with Vicky on the last night before both our trips made me a little sadge. Last, but certainly not least, Vegas. The trip itself was a little brutal. Waking up at 5am is just never a good thing. Being able to hang out with Erin & Co. is (usually) a fun time though. Being in a different state than most of the people I know has really made it easier to appreciate the time I do get to spend with them. Yes I ate the greasiest Panda Express I have ever had. Yes we waited sober in line for the club for 3 hours and still missed the Chainsmokers. Yes I was up for 21 hours straight on 4 hours of sleep. But at least I didn't get into a kicking match with the Canadian Tesla interns, and I was electric on the roulette table (I lost $16). Overall, a great experience that I could shove into my 3rd ever Instagram post. Honestly, I got whiplash going from 36 hours of Vegas with friends to coming home to an empty apartment. All the more reason to hit up the other 4 friends I have to catch up.