Tuesday, 28th January 2014
David Weir Architects
Mosman Park, Western Australia, Australia
2014 is here. Camps are over. We're finally on our 'way to normal'. Watch me fall. Obscure Ben Folds references aside, it's time for THE INTERN: Part X. We're ten parts into this never-ending story, and we can't stop now. Something to do with bats.
Sometime between the office party and today, the decision was made to open the office at the newly revised time of 9:30am. The memo did not get to me. With an injection of three hits of caffeine on the way, there was nothing else to do besides take photos of the landscape and listen to some sweet beats. It was just me and an empty car park in Mosman Park for a half hour until someone arrived.
"Thank god you're here."
No, that wasn't towards David. That was towards Ariane, the architect who occupies the back office, and who is wise in more ways than I know. We got into the office and immediately set up camp in the usual spots around the dinner table, waiting for David to arrive. The long weekend was a huge event at Dave's Cans, so the tardiness can be forgiven - this time (he says, with trepidation). We're not in a large office, where there is an office manager who keeps track of every second of lost time in the workplace. This is DWA. DWA. However the dice fall, it's how they fall. Also, your boss is throwing the dice, so shut up Kyle.
The morning was spent being IT Support. After repeatedly asking "Have you tried turning it off and on again?", I managed to fix the A3 printer and get the project server connected to the office laptop. Pressing buttons, command prompt, slamming paper trays, yelling; the usual stuff when it comes to solving technical problems. All these fixes solves problems that have plagued the DWA office for weeks - the paper tray has a variable length lever (it's very technical these days), and nothing can't be solved with Google at your fingertips.
IT Support didn't stop there. Last week, I was asked to write a new year post for the DWA office. That didn't exactly happen. With David tied down with priority issues that required top men, and Lauren busting out some drawings for a project I'll talk about later on down in this writing, it was the perfect time to add a new project to the website, and to finally complete that new year update post - I've conveniently linked the relevant pages, because you are allowed to feel lazy while browsing caleblack.net. I'll allow it. Yes, all those words were written by myself. Doing architecture is one component; selling and presenting is another. I'm still working on my professional mannerisms and prose, but nothing is stopping me from actually giving it a go. "...divergent delight within". Satisfaction and smugness are the correct emotions felt after typing that.
Last year, I distributed hundreds and hundreds of paper coasters to be sent out to Indiegogo contributors in exchange for their hard-earned Australian dollarydoos. They were still sitting on the desk, awaiting envelopes. But fear not, dear reader, as I decided to do something about it! A tour of local architectural projects and a return trip due to forgotten wallets later, Australia Post hooked us up with some envelopes. Good job. I would give them a better reputation than that one-liner, but let's face it - it's Australia Post - what alternative do you have? And that's the way it should be. Natural monopolies, and so on. It's been a while since I've dived into the world of economics. But I digress - these should be delivered next week, because we're still waiting on addresses from contributors. D'oh! If you're one if these people, get on it. I want to send these out!
No day in the office is complete without a trip to everybody's favourite place in Western Australia - for those playing at home, I'm talking about the wonderful world of Fremantle. Come for the ships and chips, stay for not long because parking is awfully expensive around these parts. David and I jumped into the office ute and snuck around the MANY workshops to see Andy from A Good Looking Man. He's got some lovely tables for us to take to our new-ish project for the year.
The Blue Room Theatre, one of PICA's theatre companies in the Perth Cultural Precinct, is getting an extreme makeover - more specifically, The Blue Room's bar is getting a makeover. They've been impressed with the work that David has done on The Old Crow and The Bird, and decided that to have the best watering hole in the area, they need the best architects in the area (That was incredibly egotistical. Allow it, dear reader). We're incredibly keen to tackle the job, especially when David has a soft spot for the bar; and with Fringe World Festival here as well, there now exists an excuse to skip out on work early and watch some amazing acts. We've got some incredible designs being drafted up through sketch design at the moment, I'll be sure to keep you all updated on progress as time goes on.
Anyone with a vehicle or the slightest sense of how people move will understand that peak hour is somewhat unavoidable. A large mass of people trying to move from Point A to Point B in the shortest time possible? Better put everyone in individual cars with loud horns. Welcome to peak hour. At 4:15pm, attempting to cross the city bounds via Thomas Road signs your death warrant. Any method, really. The best response for the question of "What is the best way to cross the city at peak hour?" is "To stay home". Unfortunately, The Blue Room needs our tables for tonight's Fringe World rush. Leave it to David and The Intern. Weaving through side streets with tables in tow, and general discussions about Perth and how much people suck. Really suck. Don't get me started on parking - we chose a loading bay just outside. Hey, we're loading stuff.
Our perilous journey has come to an end; we're here. We're finally here. Time to throw the tables into the fires of Mount Doom from whence they came. They were extremely pleased how the tables turned out, having already received some outdoor tables from Andy earlier last week - but they came with a little splash of colour. It's stage one in the renovation of The Blue Room, and we couldn't keep the tables away from the bar, especially at a time like this. The tables all sit in a row, with funky rock plants accentuating them on all the tables. Rubber feet will adorn them in a few days, to prevent damage to the lovely aged wooden floor.
The day ended with David dropping me off at my car, with envelopes stacked up high. I've got homework! I'm more than happy to take on a little bit of admin work at home, if it means that more architecture can be done. The time is right to not worry about the little things - as the interns have your support - and to worry about the big things. It'll be a huge year for DWA. Stop the train, because I want to get on. And then rob it.
Does this song end?