Lol, thank you wearegatsbyfor pointing out my chronological challenges. I’ve corrected the date on the last image. I have a signature file that I just drag and drop onto my art… so this means I’ve been dating them wrong for the last four months. 8D Oh well!
For those who don’t know, I graduated from art school in May 2010. Since then I’ve been trying to get a job at a studio, unsuccessfully. I’ve applied pretty much everywhere: the big studios, the little studios, the places that aren’t actually studios but still need artists, the places that aren’t studios and DON’T need artists but I’m desperate so who cares anymore? The only interview, and the only full-time job I’ve managed to land in the last year was at a publishing company. I basically sent e-mails and FTP’d files all day.
Well, I kept applying to studios, but a few months ago I began wondering if the universe was sending me a message: that maybe I wasn’t cut out for the nine-to-five world. So I stopped sending out applications. I also quit my job so I could focus my time and energy on becoming a full-time freelance artist.
That’s what I’ve been up to the last two months. The making money part has been pretty slow, but not totally non-existent. Even better is I’ve had time to work on my own projects. I’m planning trips to conferences, I’m experimenting and developing ideas, I’ve been branching out into writing, and while the threat of financial ruin looms, I’ve had enough positive developments to make me think I just might pull this off.
Then, an unexpected twist! Just a few weeks ago, one studio I had been very interested in e-mailed me to let me know they were looking for story artists (my preferred area of focus). I couldn’t resist. Despite my growing desire to go rogue and be my own woman, and to stay close to home where my family and friends are… I know I’d drop it all if the right job came along. I need the stability. My family needs the money. And it’s been hard to shake the feeling that I’m being completely irresponsible right now.
So, whatever. I’ll apply. It’ll either happen, or it won’t - just like all the other jobs I’ve applied for. I put together a portfolio and I shipped it off last week - which was kind of expensive, so I requested delivery confirmation from the post office. I checked usps.com every evening. It arrived to the destination city in only two days. It went out for delivery. And then… that’s it. Tracking Confirmation stopped updating. That was six days ago.
I e-mailed the recruiter at the studio and she confirmed she hadn’t seen the package as of Tuesday. I called USPS and they assured me they’d figure out what happened. I’m still waiting to hear back.
So yeah, remember that thing I said about the universe sending me a message?
But c’mon, really? I’m trying to do the responsible, grown-up thing here. Nearly all my friends have nine-to-five jobs. For once in my life, I would like a little bit of stability and independence. I would like to feel like an adult.
Who knows, it may be just a hiccup in USPS’s system. Maybe the package actually did arrive. We’ll see. But if not… well, I guess it’s business as usual for me.