Stop The Press Part III

Another slightly more exotic area was the area of the executives of the company. This cabinet was behind the canteen.

A former meeting room.

Red fabric and dark wood were the dominant colours of this area of the building.

If I’m not entirely mistaken, this was where the CEO sat.

The third floor had beautiful parquette floors apart from the canteen. Second floor was all plastic and first floor was ceramic tiles.

Another lobby. There was still some company stuff like art, which hadn’t been moved to a new location.

And this, I think, was my old office for a while. It’s unrecognizeable now.

One of the offices had had a new floor done not so long ago.

And this was the classroom upstairs. Here I began my career with this company with the summer editor training.

Another big office room upstairs.

Thanks and goodbye, says the blackboard. And yes, we had a ball pool.

Another look at the executive lobby. It was called the Harris lobby and it was named after the company, who delivered the first printing press to this location, when it was new.

Another look at the mess left behind in the editorial office. The final weeks involved a massive cleaning opereation, where we emptied the closets and cupboards from everything we didn’t need anymore.

The clock still displayed the correct time. It indicated I had only spent around 20 minutes in the building.

The metallic signs displaying where to find different departments were distributed to the people who worked those roles.

I moved these photos to the computer and looked through them. I thought they were bad, even more disappointing than the ones from The Working Class Girl and The Worker Gal.

I had been used to photographing with my school’s Canon 5D’s, but after graduation I had been forced to use my own 1000D. It wasn’t nearly as good, in fact it was lousy. It performed extremely badly in dark and gloomy places, which abandoned buildings often were.

I lost my passion. I came home, stuffed my 1000D in a cupboard and never took a single shot with it again. Photography had been such an integral part of my urbexing, that I considered my career in it over for good.

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