Since we started planning the move to the new office I’ve taken to carrying around a tape measure in my bag. I even dug out my old school ruler so I could draw all over the otherwise reasonable floor plans drawn up by our new landlords contractors.
There’s a lot of stuff we want to have in the new Sidekick studio: a tinker desk, a communal Walton’s family style table, an old fashioned theatre style red velvet curtain, our typewriter Otto and the latest addition as of this morning, a juke box. All this, without consideration to actual members of staff (who I now know need approximately 85cm space at a desk to sit comfortably). Each of these objects of curiosity (that’s just the staff) for our new office has a square footage that must be taken into consideration and I find myself struggling with spatial awareness and my ability to visualize cubic volume. So over the last few weeks I have got into the habit of measuring things just so I know how big they are: tables, chairs, door ways, toilets, sinks, work surfaces, book shelves, fridges, anything I can think of… It’s really addictive.
And there’s so much out there to measure.
Yuki and Adrian support my addiction at the local pastie shop.
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