Our new office is a storefront in a building that’s been sitting vacant for a couple years so it’s been all tagged up with graffiti probably by members of the local street gang which is the Echo Park Locos, like someone named Destroyer etched their name in acid across the plate glass windows. But that doesn’t stop it from being the most kickass office on the face of the earth. Did I mention that we hung about a zillion Chinese lanterns from the ceiling? A veritable riot of Chinese lanterns? Oh I guess I did. Well it looks really beautiful and we finally set up desks and phone lines and bookshelves and we’ve actually been working there the last few days. There was a point a few days ago where my super-cool business partner Bryant put a sign up with our company name and we both felt a crazy surge of pride and optimism – probably similar to what Destroyer felt only with a more positive slant. Our office-warming party was interesting because a bunch of our former co-workers showed up and it made me think about that job which was a place of darkness and horror. I was thinking about the 1-hour commute and the horrible ways people treated each other, the temper tantrums and backstabbing, and the 70 and 80 hour weeks and the way everyone looked like they’d been beaten down with a gigantic hammer. So this morning I drifted into our office sometime around 11 and Bryant was already there and the radio was playing delightfully eclectic music and sunlight was streaming through the front. We started getting ready for a meeting with our client who is the greatest ever, a super-foxy girl who is a famous sculptor and also about the nicest person in the world. And Bryant looked at me and said, “Has it dawned on you yet just how fucking cool this is?
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