I work as a graphics designer in a marketing agency in my town.
It feels like every single day is a torturous journey on how to waste away my life doing meaningless bullshit that just makes the world a worst place.
I have a degree in journalism and a graduate course in Graphics Design. I'm a damn fine editorial designer. I get along with all my coworkers (including the asshole ones).
But I spend my day having to solve shit that absolutely wouldn't be a problem if people just stopped to think for a second instead of just beelining to me to hand me a shovel and point to the pile of crap they just threw on the ground and saying "Hey, something came up that you need to do!!!"
Having to deal with clients who have no clue whatsoever about design, but still want to set stupid requirements, a boss that thinks you are a braindead moron and just back up the client asnine requests. Over and over and over again until you just give up and use the stupid moss green color on a package of frozen meat because that is the client's favorite color. And when that shit doesn't sell because it's a package of meat in the color or rotten food they tear a new one on who? On me.
Having to work with bosses that treat you like a monkey who is just there to press buttons and barely talk with you outside of demanding stuff and belittling what you do. Having to do shit that should have taken a week of work in an hour. Having everyone, from the management to the fucking twitter girl telling me how to do my job, but don't I dare rewrite a sentence that reads like a toddler wrote it, because the copywriter has been here for forever and he knows what he is doing. But him messing with my work is fine. "Oh, I don't think we should use that color, you can't read the text on this super important facebook card". Shut the fuck up Alex, you are colorblind, you can't even see the colors I used.
All this shit, every single day, for the last 3 years. All for a shit pay (that, thanks to corona,just got cut by 70% the same week the owner bought 60k on iMacs and a 3k watch) and the knowledge that I spend 8 hours of my life every day doing ugly stuff that no one will care about and has no chance of helping me build a portfolio so I can get the fuck out of here.
Thansk for coming to my TED Talk, I just needed to vent.
It feels like every single day is a torturous journey on how to waste away my life doing meaningless bullshit that just makes the world a worst place.
I have a degree in journalism and a graduate course in Graphics Design. I'm a damn fine editorial designer. I get along with all my coworkers (including the asshole ones).
But I spend my day having to solve shit that absolutely wouldn't be a problem if people just stopped to think for a second instead of just beelining to me to hand me a shovel and point to the pile of crap they just threw on the ground and saying "Hey, something came up that you need to do!!!"
Having to deal with clients who have no clue whatsoever about design, but still want to set stupid requirements, a boss that thinks you are a braindead moron and just back up the client asnine requests. Over and over and over again until you just give up and use the stupid moss green color on a package of frozen meat because that is the client's favorite color. And when that shit doesn't sell because it's a package of meat in the color or rotten food they tear a new one on who? On me.
Having to work with bosses that treat you like a monkey who is just there to press buttons and barely talk with you outside of demanding stuff and belittling what you do. Having to do shit that should have taken a week of work in an hour. Having everyone, from the management to the fucking twitter girl telling me how to do my job, but don't I dare rewrite a sentence that reads like a toddler wrote it, because the copywriter has been here for forever and he knows what he is doing. But him messing with my work is fine. "Oh, I don't think we should use that color, you can't read the text on this super important facebook card". Shut the fuck up Alex, you are colorblind, you can't even see the colors I used.
All this shit, every single day, for the last 3 years. All for a shit pay (that, thanks to corona,just got cut by 70% the same week the owner bought 60k on iMacs and a 3k watch) and the knowledge that I spend 8 hours of my life every day doing ugly stuff that no one will care about and has no chance of helping me build a portfolio so I can get the fuck out of here.
Thansk for coming to my TED Talk, I just needed to vent.
