Major effort to clean and improve Wurster facilities before the start of fall! New reuse stations on each floor, fixing all the desks (notably squeaky drawers), newly waxed floors, cleaning out junk, organizing free materials, and more to come (still to be planned, organized, and implemented) including NEW chairs, computers, and gallery installation!
Remember to keep Wurster tidy. Difficult task, I know, but not impossible, Future architects and planners!
Tell me what changes you want to see.
You. Owe. Me. BIG. TIME.
I have been back to work a total of five days. The first two days were impromptu decisions because Wurster, my one and only true love, needed my help. Although we are inevitably breaking up. (By breaking up, I refer to abandoning UC Berkeley.) I helped setup the summer studios—from moving and arranging desks to cleaning the dirty, disgusting back stairwell by order of the fire marshall.
Yesterday, I was given an easy task to offset the hard labor experience the previous Friday, Friday, Friday, and even the Saturday (in which I usually never work). I was pulling down old flyers from the board in the main entry lobby when Joe caught my attention. He said, smirking to himself as my eyes were pinned to an old flyer about a heath conference, “You know how Wurster names galleries and rooms? Well, that board. We’re going to name it after you.” I laughed it off as he walked off to do whatever hard working things Joe just does.
I have always wanted something named after me. Although, I knew he was joking, I could not help but think, “Hell yeah. One day, I’ve decided, not to invest my saving in a family, or a car, or even plastic surgery. I’m going to name a building after myself.” It is going to happen. Deal. Even if I never become an architect or urban planner, I will invest in Wurster—my fatal lover, my dangerous addiction.