The minute I get into a hotel room, I scatter my stuff everywhere. It's like a bomb site within a minute. So I suppose that means I'm trying to nest.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into.
I understand the human instinct to want to create a nest and possess things, to show them off, but for me personally, it became less and less interesting.
I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.
When people ask what I'd like to do next, the answer is usually, 'Something with people in rooms.'
When I learn something new - and it happens every day - I feel a little more at home in this universe, a little more comfortable in the nest.
Sometimes you just gotta be drop-kicked out of the nest.
You have to look at why people come and work at Nest. Part of it is that a lot of people here already know each other, but we're also on a mission with a purpose. People are personally motivated by energy or safety.
You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!
Once I'm already in my room, I still have to open a door to get into my bed. It's like a giant box. It's like the boy in a bubble.
The moment I walk into a room, I have kind of like the Terminator's tracking system for where the food is, and I can get there immediately.