This is a true story. Descriptions of companies, clients, schools, projects, and designers may be altered and anonymized to protect the innocent.
Editor: This is a continuation of “Good Ol’ Boy’s” story of chasing his dream I.D. job. If you missed part 1 or part 2 of this story, check them out first!
Going into my second year of ID grad school, life was good. Sure I lived in a dorm, but room and board was paid for by the student loans. I was supporting myself through ID internships and then a summer ID job at [Manufacturer of Soon-to-be-Obsolete Products] that paid pretty good, because their products weren’t obsolete yet.
My Alias skills had gone from almost zero to literally knowing more than the teacher. My portfolio had expanded well from both the internships and the classes; the school pulled in good corporate partners and we got to work on cool projects, like “What should Appliance X look and behave like in 15 years?” And during that summer job, I got to work on designing an entire line of [redacted], which I knew would impress [Hot Design Consultancy], where I really wanted to work.
Most importantly, I had taught myself to hustle. And sometimes when you hustle, you have to be a little ruthless. That’s why I can still sleep at night knowing that I’ve done what I’m about to tell you.