Six months ago we moved out of our original home with no place to go. Our new building was still undergoing construction, but we had to be out of our old place. We were homeless.
Thus began the months of wandering aimlessly. Without an office, we tried all kinds of things to keep business running smoothly.
First, we rigged up a few mobile editing stations in the back of some old Chevy trucks. Then we drove them around town all day, because editors always have to be moving (like sharks).
But when that got too hot, we all set up shop at Starbucks, where every day we shared a single grande iced caramel macchiato. Starbucks is also where we met our two newest employees, Evan and Nicole. (We’ll tell you more about them later.)
After we got kicked out of Starbucks for using too much electricity (our server needs power!), we worked remotely—which means we communicated by writing notes and tying them to remote control cars that we drove to each other’s houses.
Other than that, we spent some time rediscovering ourselves at a spiritual retreat in the mountains. We hitchhiked to Las Vegas and bet it all on one spin of the roulette wheel. We bet on both red and black, so we broke even, then we hitchhiked home. We started up our hotdog business again. We all got matching Windsong tattoos. We got a new website. We built a four-foot-tall sculpture out of matchsticks. All-in-all, we accomplished a lot in those few months.
In May, we got word that our new building was “safe to occupy”. That meant we could start moving in, even though construction wasn’t finished.
Now we’re slowly but steadily making our new red-brick rectangle into a home. The new building includes 14,000 square feet of studio and office space, seven edit bays, a state-of-the-art color viewing suite, and plenty of room to grow. There’s still a lot of work to do. Some sinks have yet to be installed. Murals have yet to be painted. But we’re in. And that’s the important thing.
I want to visit