Tower of Power

The Tower Of Power.
One day I'll open one of these and take a look. As I understand it these are tax papers. I think there may be enough of these to build a modest fort. And what is that case? A plane's missing flight recorder?

This is the type of shit...

This is the type of shit I have to deal with here at Prime.

David,

I am adding another Team board to the order below. This time do not ask our driver"What do you want now". I do not understand why you always give people attitude, many of our shops owners would rather have Prime ship their orders instead of picking them up because they do not like dealing with you. Try smiling sometime it may improve your overall personality with the public you deal with . After all without their business you would not have a job.

Diana

This was in my mail box this morning. If you are reading this chances are you know that I'm an ass but I would also hope that you would know that I'm just a sarcastic asshole. Not sure that makes a difference and maybe I should tone it down at times but in this case I say fuck it. Diana works for a skateboard company called Armada. She is the mother of the owner, Al Garcia. She felt the need to step in to deal with me (and Prime) because Al was upset with my honesty. Without going in to a long back story I will simply state two examples that will explain my shitty attitude, or non-smiling, as Diana might say...

#1: Armada has bounced a check for $20. Not once but twice.

and

#2: Armada orders are usually in the ball park of 1 or 2 decks at a time. I do not have time (and believe me when I tell you how much of my and Erika's time they take up) to deal with a company or shop that can not produce orders of any quantity let alone pay for them...

This is some kind of hobby time and should be treated as such. Did I ask the poor kid "what do you want now?" You can probably guess that I did but as I said before - fuck it. You have to be kidding me when you roll in for 2 boards. And these orders, for the most part are for the "team". It is rare that a shop places an order. I know I'm a little rough but I do have a number of customers that have stuck with me over the past 10years of skateboard sales excellence. That's got to count for something right..? Why Phil (the missing Prime brother - he's not here often enough for me to take a photo) deals with Al and his Armada I'll never know. I just do not get it....

Abrasive Specialties!

So, the best thing going in the damn place is on the side of a box. A box.

Hu?

Found this chillin on the drill press. I don't know.

Work Station #2

Might as well move on to the beautiful seating options next to Work Station #1. Here we have Work Station #2. That's a printer. That's a pink seat that does not fit on the chair frame. That's inspiration.

Work Station

I submit the following: The Work Station.

I guess when the computer (in this case the monitor only) is useless you do not think to toss it in the trash, donate it or recycle it. You just go ahead and move it some place else. I would toss it but I'm afraid they would be upset with me.

Bonus: this is one of many pieces of restaurant style furniture you will find upstairs at Prime. Making business happen here at Prime.

You know who shows up.

Good old what's his name looks over the eating area downstairs... If you look closely you'll see "When do you come back" scrawled out under the portrait.

Lunch table

The guys down stairs are classy. Make no mistake.

Desk of Erika

Working conditions at maximum efficiency. This is the hub of the finance department. As you can see Erika has everything under control. In truth this is whats behind her desk... The desk itself is in a bit better condition... Photo to follow.

I can't live without my RADIO!

Just in case you needed a 20+ year old radio, we have one.

Bed Time

You would think the two of them would be sleeping in the warehouse... We have mattresses available.

Grapes!

Is there a reason these have been here for 30 years? Maybe longer? Can you see the dust?

So, here is the long promised documentation of my days at the Prime Wood Products headquarters in beautiful Hawthorne California.


I've decided that it is now time to bring the magic that I have long been hording to the masses. Some of the images may be shocking to some. So, please, brace yourself.
I thought it might be in good taste to start by presenting some of the quality fine art I am fortunate to have surrounding me during my work day. I think that's a Pollock in the back there. I'm not sure thought. Maybe an 80% chance. Cross your fingers.