I'm going to preface this by saying you never really can know a group of people until you meet them close up.
Colocrossing is a vibrant company complete with it's ups and downs... I suppose from the outside you can't really speculate on the culture because... the culture is hidden away behind the veil of "professionalism". But once you take away the hold button, get really behind the scenes so to speak, you hear the joking, the laughing, the somber, the bold, the beautiful, and the enemies (btw, CC employees don't fall for social engineering... and not for lack of people trying... just putting that out there).
Within that culture, as a semi-outside observer, you can really see who's resepected, who it's cool to be chill with, who likes what music, who has what expertise, who's easy to draw out with the temptation of pizza, et cetera. One of the overriding themes is nostalgia... I've been compared to various others a lot... both in my antics and who, provided the official decision is to hire me, I'd be taking the same role as.
On the way was my first plane ride... guy next to me was all frantic and crying about the turbulence (he was military)... I was just like 'chill bro'. To be fair, it was helping with the stiffness that was causing pain in my tailbone area... Went thru philly on the inbound trip (I get the feeling I annoyed Jon a touch... but I thought it be better that he's in the know about why the plane says it's landed in buffalo and I'm still in philly). I gotta say... smashburger frie's are not the best idea... them things are GREASY. They're OH SO GOOD though. On the way back I passed thru washington dc, got a large iced coffee and a half dozen doughnuts (hey, I haven't seen a dunken doughnuts location in years...). Also, at 5 guys... it's not a good idea to get everything on your burger... I had my bag bottom out...
I think one thing I'm going to miss is Carribou Coffee... it's always nice to walk in, order a grande blended northern latte, and just sip it away enjoying it's flavour. They've got tim hortons, but god damn the gas...