friday night Buddha opened up for a hiphop showcase in SB. turned a few heads and made a quick exit haha.
shot & edited by Marcus
still very excited about last nights performance! Buddha really showed off last night. very proud of my older cousin
A Warehouse
October 16, 2013. My first day at a warhouse in Ontario, Ca. It’s not too far from Riverside. I could take Van Buren, and I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Anyways, I’m hired on as a temp. Just for the season, which was over at the end of January.
To celebrate the amount of business the company was getting, the CEO and Owner planned a Christmas dinner. The employees got together and organized a “Secret Santa” gift exchange. I put “Secret Santa” in quotations because word kept getting out about who had who, and we would have to start over. This happened three times. Everything is set finally, and my exchange is for the warehouse manager, Kevin. I thought making a graphic rendition of him would be cool.
December 27, 2013. After everyone is done eating we do the gift exchange. Kevin loves his gift. I sit back down and the owner turns to me and say, “It’s a lot warmer in the office. Say hello to our new graphic designer”! Whoa. Hell yea. Finally! Warehouse to office in a matter of months.
(been apart of some beautiful sunsets since being hired)
I come in to work the following Monday not really knowing when I was going to start my graphic assignments, but kind of feeling like I’m still working in the warehouse til the end of the season. Confused. Had a small meeting with the owner. Turns out my feeling was right. I’m cool with it.
The end of January is here. One of the other temps doesn’t want to stay for the rest of the inventory count. He quits. My time is prolonged in this warehouse til the end of February. Hello, The End of February. Not too sure how this or what is going to happen.
It has been an interesting experience working in a warehouse for the first time. Retail is nothing compared to it. In the begininning I thought that I found my “Retail Liberation !” so to speak, but no, warehouse gets old too.
Honestly, this warehouse isn’t that hard. I have a few friends that work in warehouses too. They laugh when I tell them what a regular day consists of. “Thats it?”, they say with a disgusted look smeared all over their faces. Meh.
I got a few of the office girls to buy some Malice stuff.
The owners are Chinese. Sometime over summer they shipped these 3-Wheeled Basket Bikes. Sole purpose for the pickers in the warehouse to use! Sadly they’re all on flat tires. I’ve been obsessed with this beaut’s since I found them under a pile of previous seasons’ cases. The owner won’t sell one to me.
In the midst of me whining about still being in the warehouse, a container is dropped off and has this worn out IMP sticker on it. Not my design, not Marcus’. Not sure if it has something to do with the container supplier, all I know is this excited and calmed me down at the same time. My co workers looked at me like, “whats IMP?”
