Most of you have probably never been a part of a start up, so let me tell you what it's like.

I wake up at about 7:45, shower, eat a balance bar cause Paul has no food, make  funny faces at his daughter Julia, and hit the road. We drive across the bay to Berkeley. Paul is a pretty safe driver, despite the fact that he is looking at his Blackberry 90 percent of the time. He'll say something like, "We gotta generate tons of content." And I'll respond, "Yeah." Then we'll listen to some talk radio, take a left on Sacramento and arrive at this strange garage. 

After hopping on my computer, checking my email/ myspace/ facebook, I get to work. I make sizable layout and advertisement designs (most of which will be implemented later on the site).  I've found this to be challenging and enjoyable. I love design, and I feel like I'm contributing something useful to Hubpages. This makes me feel good because I like to help out my brother, and (I think) I'm making Hubpages less ugly.

I used to think that it was crazy to work all day on a computer, but after doing it for a week I've found it to be easy, really easy.

When lunch time rolls around, Paul just says, "Ready for lunch?" Then I respond, "Yeah." We have a few choices in this department, undersized sandwiches, oversized burgers, mexican, indian, etc. One day, after opting for indian, I came down with the worst diarrhea of my life. If you ever come across a restaurant called Mehak, don't go. I think "Mehak" is indian for "the hershery-squirts." I feel better now though. Jay (hubpages developer) called the Alameda health department and I'm looking forward to having solid stool again. Wish me luck!

Sometimes I have an epiphany like, "The site needs to be really simple." Though it may not sound like much, thoughts like that have kept me going in searching for the appropriate look and feel of Hubpages. I think I'm making progress, and becoming a better designer everyday.  

We get home usually around 7 (though once at 12!), and say whats up to the fam. And get some take out for dinner. I babysat for Paul two nights this week, and it's really not that bad. Especially when you watch movies, and give Georgia as much chocolate as she can eat. (JK Robin). 

I've found that people in Paul's age group, once intoxicated, love giving advice to me. It usually has to do with me hooking up with as many chicks as possible. Or, marry a woman that is not going to try and change you. Or women only try to belittle you, so that they stay in control. Or, love women, but don't beleive a (beeper beeping) word they say. With five older brothers, I get a lot of advice, and I know pretty well how to distinguish the bad from the good, and let me tell you, all this was PURE GOLD.

So now I'm going to go back home, having learned a few things, helped out my brother, earned some cash, and used my summer-do-nothing time productively. I'd say it was a good trip, but then again, I'm a hopeless optimist, so the whole trip could have been VERY average.