So Far So Good

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Hello, I’m finally on break from design school for two weeks. Now for an update.


I would have written this post sooner except on Sunday my window, goaded by wind gusts, decided to fall out & shatter onto the street. Now my window is cardboarded up & I’m waiting for it to be replaced; no idea when.

But I digress – this post is actually about how making friends became absurdly excruciating.


Returning to polytech has been a godsend to me. I am very much enjoying communication design & feel like I’ve found my element:

  • I storyboarded an idea I had floating around for a long time (I’ll make a post about this later).
  • Been learning about various design movements, like Art Nouveau & Russian Constructivism.
  • Been introduced to drawing tablets & currently have an animation assignment I’ll do over the next two weeks based on an old dream (again, this will be its own post).
  • I’ve been (more) properly introduced to photography. Didn’t realize how much there was to portraits & how experimental you can be (got really into collage & cut-outs).

Perhaps the most significant aspect is that I seem to actually be making friends. I realize that probably sounds banal but, given my reclusive nature & the way my life has been going, its just… very nice to have this happen, even though I feel my behaviour just made things more difficult. Continue reading

I Think I Got a Job!

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Okay so over a month ago I mentioned an event where I talked to a guy whilst waiting to enquire about a job. This guy actually works for a power company as the leader of a small team & wanted to talk to my work brokers about a possible role. Since then we hadn’t heard anything from him, until now.

I got a call from my work brokers this morning saying the guy has a position starting in mid-September. We went to see the guy at his office & he’s talking like I’ve already been hired. It’s a six month, 40 hour per week, contract for a data entry role. If I do well at it then it might become a permanent job. I don’t need to go through an interview process or anything. All I need to do is a psychometric test to check I’m reasonably sane & I’ve got the job.

So… kick fucking ass! Continue reading