Well it has offically been just over a month now since I have graduated from FIDM (The Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising) with my AA in Graphic Design.
I was very busy the week I graduated: we (my family) had to move from our sweet 9 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom apartment, (I'll get to that later though-); I had just quit my job at MSI after have having work there for like 2 1/2 years); and working like crazy to get my portfolio done before my mandatory portfolio review with the FIDM equivalent of the American Idol judges. And then there is now, "A month after the drama"... seeing as I already mentioned "The Drama"....
September 15th, 2005 was offically my last day of school, and Tuesday September 13th, 2005 was The Day of Judgment. You see it was at this exact meeting (20 people) that you "declare" what the fuck you wanna do with your degree and or the rest of your life in a sense. Well, "I didn't know."(And still don't.) It's like, when you ask someone in high school after the graduation ceremony, "hey ya know what your gonna do now? What your gonna major in, what ya wanna be?" And most simple and pot smoking youth in Riverside would respond "I dunno yet, get a job somewhere,"(flipping burgers or selling discount clothes across from the mall) or you get this, " I don't know what I want to be BUT I'm gonna go to college anyways and think of it later,at least I'll get my generals done." What the fuck does a retarded teenager have anything to do with me, its this: "one of us gave ourselves time to think, the latter is me." God dammit just when you think you have it all planned out. Ya know I went directly to college from high school,July 2003 - September 2005 nonstop for like (8) 10-week quarters (minus the quarter I got suspeneded,[ and that kids is another story within itself]) and my goal was to get a job doing design work- yup. That seemed pretty specific after HIGH SCHOOL.. but after college that's not gonna cut it; and because I started school so quickly I never gave myself enough free thought to think clearly and figure out what the fuck I wanted to do with my life, fucking awesome. So getting back to that meeting, I'll set it up there are 5 floors at FIDM (ultra modern expensive building in Downtown LA), the first is just the entry with the elevator commonly called the Rotunda, 2nd floor is for the department chairs of the various majors at FIDM (people with $$$)- no classrooms on this floor ALL BUSINESS), 3rd floor libary and classrooms, 4th floor student lounge (cafteria with vending machines instead of food), and 5th floor, classrooms graphic design studio. Our (portfolio class) meeting was in and executive conference room on THE 2ND FLOOR, (very quiet) with GRAPHIC DESIGN DIRECTOR,CAREER ADVISORS, DEPARTMENT AND EXECUTIVE CHAIR, our INSTRUCTOR- we get dressed up and present what we have learnt in our past 2 years at FIDM in the form of a 12-20 page portfolio and give a speech, all while wearing business formal outfits ;and this was at 3pm in the afternoon. At the end of your presentation you stand there and listen to all the "judges" give you their feedback of your work and after the last one is done putting their comments in, they ask the one question that I had been regreting the whole week before,(slow motion)"SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE, VERONICA?" And everyone looks at me,no portfolio to guard me, smiling waiting for me to say something awesome because I come off as a person so sure of myself - and I say, (because I'm not gonna lie to them) "Honestly........................, I haven't really decided yet. I'm pretty much happy doing whatever, I'm good at everything." The smiles went away and all that was left to say to me was, "We'll you have plenty of time to think about it."( Fuck!) Needless to say I told my career counselor ( a week later) I was interested in the Disney internship the school does for grads of the graphic design department,( well the good ones anyway.) I'm hoping that at least this will buy me some time,(to really think/explore) the internship is a PAID 6 month gig with Disney in Burbank and its great to put Disney on your resume, am I right?
This great idea leds me in my current perdicment, being stuck here at "the house."
House indeed, ok here's where I live now, 6667 Van Buren Blvd., don't know where that is? Let me tell it to you like this, Mini U Storage, and no I don't live in a storage unit, my parents are the new ON SITE managers here and seeing as we needed to move- this was perfect. So the great thing about that is that my family lives here for free and the bills are paid by the company- the bad thing is I'm stuck here 24/7 (I don't drive just yet.) I got the cable set up about 2 1/2 weeks ago and my internet about 1 1/2 weeks ago, hazzah a connection to the outside world!
I'm bidding my time here until I here back from Disney, my chances are pretty good, Disney always hires FIDM grads, I have a friend there now, and I have to admit my portfolio ain't not too shabby either. I sent my resume and cover letter out last night (fingers crossed.)
Anyhoot, yes about quiting my glorious job as a human jackass for hire as a "living sign," it got play out A LONG time ago and frankly I was too damn good for it. It was good pay though- $12/hour to hold a sign, well theorectically, what IS the price of you dignity? Well for the sake of not bitching so much I'll say this , its right where I needed to be for the time that I was there, a step up from my first real job as a food cook at Baker's Burgers for minimum wage my sophmore/junir year of high school; (April 2001-July 2001) and a step down from my potential $620/week internship position at Disney. God, I'm glad I'm done with that, it was getting progressively demiening to be holding that sign knowing damn well that I could of had a job as a designer somewhere else(anywhere else.) My plan was to quit after I graduated anyways, but that date had to be moved up a couple of weeks. What happened you say? The straw that broke the camels back is this: gather 'round and I 'll tell you a story-
Labor Day weekend, our (brother George and I) boss Leni calls us and tells us that we are gonna need to have our sister Marianne and her loser husband Josh (in town from FL) help us at our location to make sure there are 4 of us working the signs. This also happens to be the last weekend Marianne and Josh were gonna be working anyways - so they slacked extra hard that weekend, also this was around the time George started getting fed up with one of the sales bitches from the model homes office, we don't know her name, but she has red hair so we just called her "Red Herring." Ok, so that Sunday George and I go for lunch, (which we normally take at the same time anyways, which we shouldn't, but what are they gonna do about it)- and Marianne and Josh wanna tag along (4 people -> 1 car.) I told George (driver) its not gonna happen, because if we all leave than the whole project is down. Did he listen.... of course not. So come to find out in the brief hour we were gone for lunch Red Herring decides to be a bitch and drive around checking on us. Well our supervisor Nicole (really doesn't care about her job), tells us she got a call from Leni who says she got a call from Red Herring that we were slacking, Son of a Bitch. We have never been busted before (and George and I had been working this particular project for a little over a year now.) Well the next week George gets a voicemail from Leni saying that we are suspended from work the next weekend for the stunt we pulled the pevious weekend. George and I are like, "Fuck this, we don't need this shit!" So instead of telling them off, we did them one better and just never told them- which is sweeter because although we slack we both are the ONLY sign people that worked for MSI that were 100% DEPENDABLE, meaning we showed up to work EVERY weekend, no matter what, rain, heat, wind, Apple Valley to Santa Monica, Temecula to La Habra, 7am -7pm, no gas $, not lunch $, no health, and about 15 supervisors, I even missed a Wango Tango concert once to work- and still they treated me like this. Everyone else that worked for MSI was shady-they'd tell them that they would work that weekend and then they would never show up. And then they had to find some bum put a red MSI shirt on him buy him lunch and hope he shows up the next day. To this day we haven't heard jack from MSI, good riddence :)
And that's all I have to say about that.
As for the good ole now and now. I go to sleep a 3am, wake up briefly at about 8am (when the kids leave for school) to move from my humble bed (couch) to mom and dads' bed (queen with fluffy pillows, ::drools::). I wake up about 1pm and enjoy the pleasures of DirecTV and SBC Yahoo! DSL. The highlight of my schelduled lineup is Daria, which is on at about 1am on Nogin. If I'm lucky Lance or Diana will come rescue me from here, or Mom will take some time to teach me to drive. I don't go to school anymore, I don't take the train, I don't work, I don't pay my own bills, I stay home, sleep in, and watch TV all damn day. To some people this is the sweet life, but this is far from where I want to be and far from how high and mighty I felt while doing all the things listed above. I know one thing I want and that is to be self sufficiant.
Thank You
I was very busy the week I graduated: we (my family) had to move from our sweet 9 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom apartment, (I'll get to that later though-); I had just quit my job at MSI after have having work there for like 2 1/2 years); and working like crazy to get my portfolio done before my mandatory portfolio review with the FIDM equivalent of the American Idol judges. And then there is now, "A month after the drama"... seeing as I already mentioned "The Drama"....
September 15th, 2005 was offically my last day of school, and Tuesday September 13th, 2005 was The Day of Judgment. You see it was at this exact meeting (20 people) that you "declare" what the fuck you wanna do with your degree and or the rest of your life in a sense. Well, "I didn't know."(And still don't.) It's like, when you ask someone in high school after the graduation ceremony, "hey ya know what your gonna do now? What your gonna major in, what ya wanna be?" And most simple and pot smoking youth in Riverside would respond "I dunno yet, get a job somewhere,"(flipping burgers or selling discount clothes across from the mall) or you get this, " I don't know what I want to be BUT I'm gonna go to college anyways and think of it later,at least I'll get my generals done." What the fuck does a retarded teenager have anything to do with me, its this: "one of us gave ourselves time to think, the latter is me." God dammit just when you think you have it all planned out. Ya know I went directly to college from high school,July 2003 - September 2005 nonstop for like (8) 10-week quarters (minus the quarter I got suspeneded,[ and that kids is another story within itself]) and my goal was to get a job doing design work- yup. That seemed pretty specific after HIGH SCHOOL.. but after college that's not gonna cut it; and because I started school so quickly I never gave myself enough free thought to think clearly and figure out what the fuck I wanted to do with my life, fucking awesome. So getting back to that meeting, I'll set it up there are 5 floors at FIDM (ultra modern expensive building in Downtown LA), the first is just the entry with the elevator commonly called the Rotunda, 2nd floor is for the department chairs of the various majors at FIDM (people with $$$)- no classrooms on this floor ALL BUSINESS), 3rd floor libary and classrooms, 4th floor student lounge (cafteria with vending machines instead of food), and 5th floor, classrooms graphic design studio. Our (portfolio class) meeting was in and executive conference room on THE 2ND FLOOR, (very quiet) with GRAPHIC DESIGN DIRECTOR,CAREER ADVISORS, DEPARTMENT AND EXECUTIVE CHAIR, our INSTRUCTOR- we get dressed up and present what we have learnt in our past 2 years at FIDM in the form of a 12-20 page portfolio and give a speech, all while wearing business formal outfits ;and this was at 3pm in the afternoon. At the end of your presentation you stand there and listen to all the "judges" give you their feedback of your work and after the last one is done putting their comments in, they ask the one question that I had been regreting the whole week before,(slow motion)"SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE, VERONICA?" And everyone looks at me,no portfolio to guard me, smiling waiting for me to say something awesome because I come off as a person so sure of myself - and I say, (because I'm not gonna lie to them) "Honestly........................, I haven't really decided yet. I'm pretty much happy doing whatever, I'm good at everything." The smiles went away and all that was left to say to me was, "We'll you have plenty of time to think about it."( Fuck!) Needless to say I told my career counselor ( a week later) I was interested in the Disney internship the school does for grads of the graphic design department,( well the good ones anyway.) I'm hoping that at least this will buy me some time,(to really think/explore) the internship is a PAID 6 month gig with Disney in Burbank and its great to put Disney on your resume, am I right?
This great idea leds me in my current perdicment, being stuck here at "the house."
House indeed, ok here's where I live now, 6667 Van Buren Blvd., don't know where that is? Let me tell it to you like this, Mini U Storage, and no I don't live in a storage unit, my parents are the new ON SITE managers here and seeing as we needed to move- this was perfect. So the great thing about that is that my family lives here for free and the bills are paid by the company- the bad thing is I'm stuck here 24/7 (I don't drive just yet.) I got the cable set up about 2 1/2 weeks ago and my internet about 1 1/2 weeks ago, hazzah a connection to the outside world!
I'm bidding my time here until I here back from Disney, my chances are pretty good, Disney always hires FIDM grads, I have a friend there now, and I have to admit my portfolio ain't not too shabby either. I sent my resume and cover letter out last night (fingers crossed.)
Anyhoot, yes about quiting my glorious job as a human jackass for hire as a "living sign," it got play out A LONG time ago and frankly I was too damn good for it. It was good pay though- $12/hour to hold a sign, well theorectically, what IS the price of you dignity? Well for the sake of not bitching so much I'll say this , its right where I needed to be for the time that I was there, a step up from my first real job as a food cook at Baker's Burgers for minimum wage my sophmore/junir year of high school; (April 2001-July 2001) and a step down from my potential $620/week internship position at Disney. God, I'm glad I'm done with that, it was getting progressively demiening to be holding that sign knowing damn well that I could of had a job as a designer somewhere else(anywhere else.) My plan was to quit after I graduated anyways, but that date had to be moved up a couple of weeks. What happened you say? The straw that broke the camels back is this: gather 'round and I 'll tell you a story-
Labor Day weekend, our (brother George and I) boss Leni calls us and tells us that we are gonna need to have our sister Marianne and her loser husband Josh (in town from FL) help us at our location to make sure there are 4 of us working the signs. This also happens to be the last weekend Marianne and Josh were gonna be working anyways - so they slacked extra hard that weekend, also this was around the time George started getting fed up with one of the sales bitches from the model homes office, we don't know her name, but she has red hair so we just called her "Red Herring." Ok, so that Sunday George and I go for lunch, (which we normally take at the same time anyways, which we shouldn't, but what are they gonna do about it)- and Marianne and Josh wanna tag along (4 people -> 1 car.) I told George (driver) its not gonna happen, because if we all leave than the whole project is down. Did he listen.... of course not. So come to find out in the brief hour we were gone for lunch Red Herring decides to be a bitch and drive around checking on us. Well our supervisor Nicole (really doesn't care about her job), tells us she got a call from Leni who says she got a call from Red Herring that we were slacking, Son of a Bitch. We have never been busted before (and George and I had been working this particular project for a little over a year now.) Well the next week George gets a voicemail from Leni saying that we are suspended from work the next weekend for the stunt we pulled the pevious weekend. George and I are like, "Fuck this, we don't need this shit!" So instead of telling them off, we did them one better and just never told them- which is sweeter because although we slack we both are the ONLY sign people that worked for MSI that were 100% DEPENDABLE, meaning we showed up to work EVERY weekend, no matter what, rain, heat, wind, Apple Valley to Santa Monica, Temecula to La Habra, 7am -7pm, no gas $, not lunch $, no health, and about 15 supervisors, I even missed a Wango Tango concert once to work- and still they treated me like this. Everyone else that worked for MSI was shady-they'd tell them that they would work that weekend and then they would never show up. And then they had to find some bum put a red MSI shirt on him buy him lunch and hope he shows up the next day. To this day we haven't heard jack from MSI, good riddence :)
And that's all I have to say about that.
As for the good ole now and now. I go to sleep a 3am, wake up briefly at about 8am (when the kids leave for school) to move from my humble bed (couch) to mom and dads' bed (queen with fluffy pillows, ::drools::). I wake up about 1pm and enjoy the pleasures of DirecTV and SBC Yahoo! DSL. The highlight of my schelduled lineup is Daria, which is on at about 1am on Nogin. If I'm lucky Lance or Diana will come rescue me from here, or Mom will take some time to teach me to drive. I don't go to school anymore, I don't take the train, I don't work, I don't pay my own bills, I stay home, sleep in, and watch TV all damn day. To some people this is the sweet life, but this is far from where I want to be and far from how high and mighty I felt while doing all the things listed above. I know one thing I want and that is to be self sufficiant.
Thank You
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