I write to you now at 11:30pm on Thursday 25 March 2010, when I should actually being going to sleep. That’s filter coffee for you. As to when I will actually get a chance to post this blog, that’s a different matter.
Ok so let’s pick things up from the end of the long weekend (the last one: 20-22nd March. You have to define them pretty well seeing as there’re so many this time of year). Sunday we went to Balito for the day. Although it wasn’t exactly the earliest start and we came back before church at 6, so perhaps “the day” isn’t quite accurate. 'Twas me and Drewpers and Zac and Jess. Mike couldn’t make it cos he was working at a wedding with some photographer guy.
First up when we got there we had a little surf. Well Drew and Zac did. They were clearly thinking of me when they chose the deadliest of spots in-between two massive rocky outcrops. It was the perfect opportunity for me to practice my head-bashing technique. So as would be expected I just sat out there on my board watching the dark shadows of rocks and the white blurs of man-eating sharks loom below me. The man-eating shark thing is something I’m having to deal with – I can’t shake the idea that a shark is gonna eat me cos I resemble a tasty turtle – I think it comes from some documentary that I watched.
Anyway, after that ‘session’ we headed over to a restaurant with a sea view. It took some convincing to get the others to appreciate such a thing. They don’t seem to think much of restaurants with sea views. I love restaurants with sea views – they’re one of my favourite things. I think we found a good one – apart from the relentless wind it was awesome. I ate myself a large cheese burger and felt happy. (Just a side-note at this point that I did manage to keep under budget for the entire weekend, despite the extra day, so I’m quite proud of myself for that. That might have something to do with how I spent that extra day...)
After the restaurant we headed down to the beach further along the coast, and ducked through the hole in the rock at Salt Rock that leads to where all the nice little coves are. Unfortunately I don’t have pictures, but if you haven’t been to where I’m describing, then you need to check it out sometime. I mean it’s not like a major secret but it’s really quiet and private and beautiful there – apart from the odd scrap of litter – that really annoys me. It was a lot less private and quiet than usual, being a long weekend and all. Kel and I spent some time there when we were on holiday with her folks so it was bringing back sweet memories (those photos are on Facebook). The others fell asleep on one of the mini beaches while I walked off to reminisce.
Monday was almost a complete write-off. Which I suppose, I can totally justify. I was planning on going to exchange an expensive shirt in the morning, followed by a productive day of washing Kelly’s car and generally just sorting out my life. I did eventually get around to the 2 above-mentioned tasks, but it took a while. It was really nice just having nothing to do. Of course, it would be nicer if I had more than just SABC TV streaming into this place.
The one redeeming thing on Monday was visiting my friend Tom at his place in Westville. I think the photos speak loud enough, but let me just add this: Tom obviously knows what’s important in life – I bet he appreciates restaurants with sea views. He looks out on to what is, as far as I can tell, the Amazon Rain Forest. Now I love the idea of a house on the seafront but this takes a very close second, depending on the seafront.
Then let’s not forget the view from the lounge – looking onto what must be close to an illegal size LCD television, conveniently hooked up to an X-Box (TV Games for those not in the know). I think when Eskom are having national grid issues they must send a special agent to check that Tom’s so-called TV (which is clearly actually a super-computer for the Pentagon) has been shut down. Tom and I chatted in our usual deep and meaningful manner before I headed off to fetch most of my worldly possessions. ...Which I had forgotten at Aunty Cath’s house. Not to mention that I then still forgot my bag there and had to fetch it on my way to work the next day.
Which brings me to this week at Barrows...
The highlight of this week was me getting my computer – with an almost brand new 23” screen included. It’s truly a thing of beauty. There’s also nothing quite like getting paid to do something that you would happily do for free – which for me was pimping up my newly acquired computer. The pimping is now complete (well really, I’m just restraining myself) and the next phase of our induction process begins: for the next 2 weeks we are writing a research report on Barrows. As product designers we (we is Jason and I) need to know the ins and outs of all the materials and processes used to manufacture what Barrows manufactures. So that means spending these 2 weeks on the factory floor, analysing machine processes, and observing, and participating in manufacturing. It’s really thorough this ‘Induction Process’. We’re the first to go through it since it’s been made so structured, so really it’s probably a bit overkill – but our feedback on the process will help to streamline it.
Barrows are already doing a good job of convincing me to dedicate my every waking moment to the furthering of their business empire. From next week we get 2 free meals per week. Which is a pilot run for a proposal to offer 5 free meals per week. They’re gonna keep tabs using a fingerprint machine. I mean the way they’re going they’ll be competing with Google soon for “ultimate companies to work for” – but no jokes, they actually want to compete with Google. Their motto is that “if you’re gonna do something, you should want to be the best in the world at what you do”, which, apart from being a big old cliché, is actually quite an awesome attitude. Might explain why the partners each drive a Ferrari.
Also – we had our first taste of real work yesterday – we sat in on a brainstorming session and sketched up some ideas – a few of which were taken to be used for the concept phase. Mark brought in some Debonairs pizza to “fuel the machine” as he put it. At Barrows, it’s unlikely that the designer who comes up with an idea will be the one to refine it and model it up in 3D. Generally we will be working in a team along with graphic designers and anyone else who happens to be involved – especially for the brainstorming sessions. I like it this way because then there’s no protectiveness over ideas and who gets credit. It all just belongs to Barrows. And we all get paid. Of course, as time wears on, I do want to make a name for myself, but I’m sure that’ll come with just getting stuck in.
Ok that’s a massive amount of reading and it’s getting a bit much. Flip, to be honest, I don’t think I would even have time to read someone else’s blog if it were so long. But I guess this is also for me to keep a record of what happened in what I’m sure will become a blur of life-changing events after a few months. So thanks for ‘listening’ if you got this far.
Peace and love to you all reading this,
Jamo
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