I have a feeling that most interns never see the inside of their supervisor’s apartment, and for good reason. It helps to separate work relationships from personal ones. But of course this is unavoidable when the company has no office and all their assets are at the founder’s house. Three days after meeting my new boss in person, I’m in his (quite large) apartment putting all relevant materials and future office supplies into boxes to move into the new office. I imagine his girlfriend is super stoked to have all that “junk” gone.
The new office space is in downtown Tacoma, right on “Pac Ave”, the local name for Pacific Avenue. It’s an open space layout, with us on the 2nd floor, and another company below. Both of us can hear everything the other says, so it’s a good thing they’re an ally and not a competitor. Once we packed up everything from the apartment into the new office, we begin sorting all the stuff we brought and laying out artwork for a Space Elevator exhibit we’re putting on this Saturday.
Michael is a kid in a candy store as we sort through a whole plethora of work from his past. He is overjoyed at finding all kinds of interesting sketches and illustrations from his old artist, the best of which contain captions like “more scantily clad space maidens!!!”, “world domination!” and “Ariel’s mom = totally hot”. We find all kinds of old memorabilia and artifacts from the original LiftPort projects, and lay out the coolest ones for the exhibit as Michael waxes poetic and Austin types. As the day ends we have a full exhibit but the office is still a bombsite. This is the first time I've written a blog post, guess that's crossed off some non-existent bucket list.
- Darius Tamboli