This is a true story. Descriptions of companies, clients, schools, projects, and designers may be altered and anonymized to protect the innocent.
Editor: This True I.D. Story comes to us from “Diceman,” who landed a killer I.D. job straight out of school—then fell on harder times when the market shifted, and had to go back out on job interviews.
I was on time for my interview at the softgoods company. Five people filed into the room, a mix of junior and senior designers and the company’s Design Director. After exchanging pleasantries, we got down to brass tacks and I cracked my book open.
I started off by showing my sketches, which, frankly, are not my strong suit. I hoped to blow past that and get to the things I was good at, modelmaking, CAD and fabrication, but the interview took a left turn. There was some general murmuring about the weak quality of my sketches, which I could handle—design school crits can be brutal and do a good job of fortifying you—but this one junior designer clamped on like a pit bull and just wouldn’t let go. He kept going on, and on, and on about my “shitty” sketches; I looked around the room to see if anyone was going to rein this guy in for saying the word “shitty” during a freaking job interview, but all I saw were disappointed eyes looking at my book.
Ah, how far the mighty have fallen, I thought, reflecting on my last ID job, where I probably made more money than the Design Director did here.
Let me back up a sec and tell you how I got to this GD interview in the first place.
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