CONDUCTED my first interview this morning. Holy crap, everybody should have to do this before they apply for a job. You learn so much about what employers look for.
Helpful tip for designers being interviewed:
When an interviewer asks you your opinion on what qualifies a project as a success, do not say “A successful project is one that I am proud to turn in.” That’s the wrong answer. A successful project is one that accomplishes the client’s goals. We all do much more work we are lukewarm about than work we really love. Your personal feelings about it mean very little. Is it nice to be proud of your work? Of course. Is it required for success? Fuck no.
A friend and I shared a pitcher last night. No big deal, we do it often. Then I woke up this morning, and oh my god what even is this headache? I spent all morning groaning and shuffling around the house till my brother came out of his room to tell me to shut up in literally the nicest way possible. I wasn’t even buzzed last night. This is bullshit. My morning felt like this morning’s entry into the Tragedy Series.
I haven’t been Tumblring hard enough lately, so I apologize for that. The truth is a lot of the stuff I’ve been working on is confidential. So I can’t show you guys yet, but you’ll get to see it soon!
I need to fix my diet. I eat like a 6th grader who’s parents are out of town for the weekend.
The SCI programs team recently discovered that if you take the fresnel lens that makes up the screen on an old rear-projection bigscreen TV can be used to focus sunlight into a ‘death ray’ of sorts that starts fires and melts metal (like a giant magnifying glass). So of course we immediately began looking for an old TV to tear apart.
We found a Vietnamese nail salon in a strip mall on the south side that was willing to give us their old TV for free if we came and picked it up. No problem! I borrowed my parents’ van and brought a coworker with me on Saturday morning. When we arrived and got the TV out the front door, it became clear that it wasn’t going to fit in the van.
Well, still no worries. We only needed the screen anyway, so we started hacking the TV apart right in front of the nail salon windows. The owners had just thought we were going to use the TV as a…well, as a TV, so this really confused them. They had even given me the remote as I walked out, which I just took so as to not be awkward. Clearly by the time we were smashing their big screen on the sidewalk outside, awkwardness had become less of a concern for me.
The next events happened in rapid succession, and if it hadn’t happened this way, I’d swear it was straight out of a movie. As we ripped the screen from the rest of this old TV outside a strip mall nail salon at 10 in the morning, we heard a woman yelling somewhere down the street in a screeching tone that can only be described as a cross between a harpy and a chicken. I have no idea what she said, but it can’t have been nice, because it was immediately followed by a man yelling back, “Fuck yoo bitch, suck mah dick!” As this was happening a stocky guy in an undershirt and trucker hat walked out of the nail salon, heard the cursing, saw the TV being scavenged, sighed and said “South Side…” then walked away.
Request for an intern has been approved! Hopefully there are still some kids looking for a gig this summer.
