Well... I ended up at NASA

In the last 2 months, I went from giving monkeys cocaine, getting them off of it once addicted, and introducing a challenge article to get them off the addiction to helping build this. Needless to say, this has been a little daunting. I feel like the "I don't know what I'm doing" dog. In stereotypical NASA style, the office across from me sits John Mather, the Nobel Physics Prize winner. Yeah, so there's that. Everyone else is just an astrophysicist, rocket scientist, or aerospace engineer. Me? Yeah... I gave monkeys cocaine to see what it will do to them.

It's still amazingly mind boggling to drive into work everyday and see this:

I feel like the star struck kid walking through the halls reading everything and asking the dumb questions. It pretty amazing the stuff NASA has in there. Also, it's fairly amazing that some of the computers are from like 2000.

The building I work in is a freaking maze. A maze that has multi-billion dollar things that go into space and I'm DEATHLY afraid of just walking into somewhere I'm not supposed to or knock over some major hardware component.

It's interesting that the people there are really cool. You would think that NASA was filled with pocket protecting wearing nerds that could hold a conversation. One the contrary, it may be 1) The most diverse place I've worked at 2) HANDS DOWN the smartest place 3) Filled with characters that all have their individual quirks. As the guy I was touring with today said: "The great thing about this place is you'll never have to work with anyone stupider [sic] than you, but then most people are smarter than you." Yup.. that's about right.

Hopefully, I impress somebody to let me stay after this first 6 months and I never have to go back to giving monkeys cocaine or AIDS... but until then, I'll just have to work hard and hide the fact that I really feel like this: