Over the weekend, I met up with people from Rescomp – where I used to work while at Berkeley. I would say working for them was one of my greatest achievements in my undergrad, establishing a job network, knowing how to talk to people, and making money to create a bad spending habit.

On Thursday, I met two Rescomp young\’uns – a sysadmin and desktop admin. And my friend, a unit supervisor. They were geeky and nerdy. Awkward. And underage. They talked about the greatness of cellphone technology. And how someone should buy a 30\” apple plasma display. Some Harry Potter and Star Trek was thrown in. I bought them drinks at Starbucks after I had dragged them through Civic Center trying to find Citizen Cake. I felt old.

But then two days later, I went to Zeigeist in the Mission District and later sat on the rooftop of a new San Francisco condo building in the freezing night, right next to the freeway. I thought I was meeting Rescom people of my generation, but I met more than that. There were people from pre-2000. They talked about the glory times when the office used to be housed in a room in Unit 1. Where there were really no roles yet. No \”adults\”. It was more student-run than the way it is run nowadays. Nearly everyone offered their business card to me when I said I was job hunting. Talk about drama and the good times. I was apparently one of the youngest – the new one. I felt young and inexperienced.

And then on Sunday, I met up with some Rescomp people of my generation. We sat on the edge of Lake Merrit watching kids falling in love with rubbery duckies. Everyone really knew each other at Rescomp despite of the years difference. Six degrees was more like two degrees here. And we talked about downloading movies during our time. How we wanted to take the old computers — the old macs and the 19 in Sony crts for our own. And how much we wanted to get away with but didn\’t. We ate tacos from a truck while I struggled with the spiceness that was warning to turn my face red, further after I had spent the morning at the Pride Parade.