Apparently, We Have a Front Desk Now.

There was literally just an empty corner near the studio entrance. Then one day there was a cardboard desk. And Fuzzy. Obviously. No idea where he came from, what he does when he is not here, or how he pays for anything. But apparently he is our trainee now. And honestly, he is doing pretty well.

He sits there, keeps an eye on things and seems strangely comfortable with whatever happens around him. How exactly he runs the front desk is mostly up to him: three questions, no complaints, one cake left. We take what we get. We do not pay him, after all. Basically the best trainee we can afford.

He knows quite a few things about us and what is going on around here. Definitely not everything. But again: best trainee we can afford. We got curious about what he actually does at that desk all day, so, with Fuzzy’s consent, we put a camera on him for a day. Turns out he takes his job about as seriously as we pay him.

Meet Fuzzy at the Front Desk · Day 509 ↗

Anyway, the cardboard desk is still there. Fuzzy is still there. And apparently we do have a front desk now.

Obviously.