Do you know how many calories the brain burns?-Francis Underwood, House of Cards
My name is Rebecca Nguyen and I help Celly tell its story. I graduated from Portland State University with a double major in English Literature and Theater Arts, and my university days were defined by long periods of writing punctuated by long stretches of rehearsal. Whether onstage or on paper, story-telling is what I do.
However, contrary to popular belief, the Fine Arts deliver little in terms of permanent employment (what!). I found myself among the Great Recession’s wayward 20 something year olds, a group that more closely resembles sticky hyenas than a carefully coifed set of young professionals. There I was, smelly and matted, glaring from the sidelines (a little malnourished from too much ramen). Between freelance writing gigs and the occasional performance, I accepted slog that posed as paid employment. I barely blinked as my grey matter sloughed and went sludgy.
A week ago, I was hired at Celly and I’ve spent these first few days kicking at my neurons. My brain is balking at the sudden influx of complex information and creative challenges. The tech universe is expansive and populated by some of the world’s most creative forward-thinkers. It is unbelievably exciting. Celly is still in its nascence, and you can count our number of employees on one hand but it makes for an intimate and engaging place to work. There are no cubicles to hide behind, no dress code to adhere to (I walk around in my socks). The work environment is receptive and collaborative. Celly operates on the philosophy that major changes are brought about by small movements. A text message creates a ripple, and that ripple tears through the world, mobilizing and inspiring and changing lives. It’s a philosophy that is wonderful to live by and work around. I get to dress myself in it everyday. Celly’s story is short, but interesting and always evolving. I’m glad I get to be the one to tell it.