At my first internship at a design studio – I was 19 and had no idea what I was doing – there were several employees who seemed to be filled with anger at the entire concept of Graphic Design. One guy pulled me into his office to tell me how he had invented the Energizer Bunny and that they’d stolen his brilliant idea; another told me in hushed tones that all designers hate themselves, and another told me how he would regularly sabotage his own work in hopes of getting fired. They all told me again and again to change majors, switch careers — “You’re young, it’s not too late! Learn how to program computers, that’s where the money is!”. I think I partially stuck with it just to spite those bitter old farts.
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