Defectors, pee buddies, and "volleyball"

The other day, I'm walking around (I think one of those semi-hourly trips to the washroom because of the obscene quantities of consumed liquids) and I pass this guy. One of those "where have I seen you before" stares. It later dawned on me that I had played with him at the Pro Club when I was interning at MSR! A fellow Microsoft defector!

I saw him again at breakfast and chatted with him a bit. He's actually quite high up the food chain...

My next interesting tid-bit was also strangely enough connected with a trip to the washroom. Honestly, there's nothing wrong with me. I don't wet my bed (anymore). I just drink lots of fluids. Anyways, I peed next to a billionaire. I kept silent because you know, it's usually pretty weird to talk when taking a leak. What would I say to a billionaire at the urinal anyways? Umm... thanks for paying my salary.

A couple of us interns also went onto the sand volleyball court with a volleyball today. Out of respect for the sport, I cannot call what we did volleyball. But it's all good. Ok well, not really, but it was alright as I knew what I was getting into and I knew that it wasn't going to be volleyball. My jump serve is improving actually. I think it's a combination of a better toss and improved timing (practicing hitting against a wall with a really high toss and the clinic).