
The Bible of catalogues for museum design. The drawing on yellow tracing is just an option I contributed to a pool of design schemes for a facade in the province.
I have been working for five months already. I started working in my classmate’s mother’s firm not too long after my application stint with ASYA. The factors in my decision making were
- Transportation / Location – The firm’s located in Pasong Tamo, a very convenient location. It’s a 15 minute speed-walk and a jeep ride to Greenbelt, where I get picked up by my parents. Or two jeep rides if I’m lazy.
- Size of the firm – Small enough so that I don’t end up as another cog in the system. Small enough so I get to see a project from conceptualization to construction.
- Work hours – NO WORK ON SATURDAYS!
- My boss’ program – My boss said that it was her personal goal to teach her apprentices how to start up and run a firm properly. She said she had a hard time setting up her own firm and wished to impart the knowledge that she learned during this period so that her apprentices don’t repeat these mistakes.
To date, I am part of a team working on a museum which will be located in a new high-rise building in Rockwell. The team is basically involved with the space planning of the exhibit areas and the conservation center–which I find more interesting. In addition, there are the sub-jobs of space planning: coordinating with the team designing the building and the Museum group, product research, and more research. I knew early on that I lacked training to be a professional 3D renderer; so I am fortunate that I landed a space planning project instead. The output is much harder to produce, not as pretty as making presentation drawings on 3Ds Max, but just as fulfilling.

My desk during a 10 minute break
The novelty of finally generating my own spending capacity that exceeds what I had with my college allowance has long worn off. Interestingly, it made me more stingy. I have no complaints about my current set-up. Maybe, save for one: College life allowed me more impulsive moments.