Thanks, world! Just what I always wanted! I don't think I want it.
It's been an interesting day.
Various medical wtfs Happened in the vet clinic today - crazy even for a Monday. I really think we should have our own reality show. We'd be a big hit, and we'd horrify a lot of people, but I repeat myself. For example, this poor dog comes in with a prolapsed penis and everyone's reaction was "Dude, look at that penis!" My reaction was somewhere between 'ew' and 'you know, if a guy saw his own personal penis doing that, he would not wait two days like this dog's owners did. They would take themselves straight to the emergency room - and I mean 'straight' as in 'leaving comical man-shaped holes in any wall that happens to be in a direct line between him and the hospital'. '
We're not pretty, but we're entertaining. ;)
WTF number 2 is that my student loan payment seems to have grown legs and walked out of my mailbox. It was gone when I came home on my (tragically shortened due to Medical WTFs) lunch breaks, but the card to my aunt was not, and the mail lady was still two houses behind me. Either the wind be's so mighty as to sweep it away (possible, with today's weather), or someone took it. Mom has advised me to stop payment and put my payments in a more secure mailbox from now on. It's not the actual check I'm worried about, but the fact that it has my name, address, phone, and social security number on it. So, action shall be taken, I guess.
WTF number 3 - well, remember how right after I "graduated" from "college" I was looking for a job that would have something to do with my "degree"? And nobody even so much as gave me an interview until I finally gave up and applied to the vet's? Yeah. Over two years later, someone finally gets back to me. It's a sign shop, so not exactly the creative nirvana I'd been expecting, but I would have been thrilled to get this email. Over. Two. Years. Ago.
And as Primus is my witness, I have no idea what I should do.
My current job... I like it. It pays better than anything I've ever had before, it has me dealing with animals more than people, and the people there gave me a chance to prove myself and I did. On the other hand, it's kind of kicking my ass. And it's pretty much a dead end - I have absolutely zero interest in going any further in the field of veterinary medicine. Working at a sign shop isn't exactly the fast track to graphic design stardom either, but it's a step.
But... it's a step I'm no longer sure I want to take.
Maybe the whole 'worthless degree costing me 10k' thing has given me some unfair animosity towards the industry. I know for sure I wasn't in a great place emotionally when I made the decision to enter OIP&T, or else I would've done my goddamn research. I love the design work I've done for my friends so far, but... I don't know. It's not that I don't want to be a graphic designer anymore, I just don't... I want to make the things that I want to make, not whore my art out to marketing drones.
I don't know what to do. I've fucked myself over by waffling in indecision too long, holding on to things long after I should have quit. And I've fucked myself over by quitting too soon.
*head in hands*
Maybe I'll have an answer for the sign shop guy in another two years.
Various medical wtfs Happened in the vet clinic today - crazy even for a Monday. I really think we should have our own reality show. We'd be a big hit, and we'd horrify a lot of people, but I repeat myself. For example, this poor dog comes in with a prolapsed penis and everyone's reaction was "Dude, look at that penis!" My reaction was somewhere between 'ew' and 'you know, if a guy saw his own personal penis doing that, he would not wait two days like this dog's owners did. They would take themselves straight to the emergency room - and I mean 'straight' as in 'leaving comical man-shaped holes in any wall that happens to be in a direct line between him and the hospital'. '
We're not pretty, but we're entertaining. ;)
WTF number 2 is that my student loan payment seems to have grown legs and walked out of my mailbox. It was gone when I came home on my (tragically shortened due to Medical WTFs) lunch breaks, but the card to my aunt was not, and the mail lady was still two houses behind me. Either the wind be's so mighty as to sweep it away (possible, with today's weather), or someone took it. Mom has advised me to stop payment and put my payments in a more secure mailbox from now on. It's not the actual check I'm worried about, but the fact that it has my name, address, phone, and social security number on it. So, action shall be taken, I guess.
WTF number 3 - well, remember how right after I "graduated" from "college" I was looking for a job that would have something to do with my "degree"? And nobody even so much as gave me an interview until I finally gave up and applied to the vet's? Yeah. Over two years later, someone finally gets back to me. It's a sign shop, so not exactly the creative nirvana I'd been expecting, but I would have been thrilled to get this email. Over. Two. Years. Ago.
And as Primus is my witness, I have no idea what I should do.
My current job... I like it. It pays better than anything I've ever had before, it has me dealing with animals more than people, and the people there gave me a chance to prove myself and I did. On the other hand, it's kind of kicking my ass. And it's pretty much a dead end - I have absolutely zero interest in going any further in the field of veterinary medicine. Working at a sign shop isn't exactly the fast track to graphic design stardom either, but it's a step.
But... it's a step I'm no longer sure I want to take.
Maybe the whole 'worthless degree costing me 10k' thing has given me some unfair animosity towards the industry. I know for sure I wasn't in a great place emotionally when I made the decision to enter OIP&T, or else I would've done my goddamn research. I love the design work I've done for my friends so far, but... I don't know. It's not that I don't want to be a graphic designer anymore, I just don't... I want to make the things that I want to make, not whore my art out to marketing drones.
I don't know what to do. I've fucked myself over by waffling in indecision too long, holding on to things long after I should have quit. And I've fucked myself over by quitting too soon.
*head in hands*
Maybe I'll have an answer for the sign shop guy in another two years.