ALRIGHT. I’ve called my mom, she knows. Now you can know too.
Yesterday I was officially hired to be a graphic designer/photographer/illustrator/copy writer by a woman named Suzanne. She’s constantly saying she doesn’t want to grow up, and honestly, I LOVE THAT. She signs emails with “cheers.” She bought me a cupcake at our first meeting and we decided that it’s definitely the best signing bonus I’ve ever recieved (considering I’ve never gotten a signing bonus before, this one wins. Seriously though? A cupcake? That’s a pretty awesome signing bonus to this 24-year-old.)
The coolest part about this job is that I will get to work on projects that have a positive impact on the community on a regular basis. Projects for non-profits and organizations that help people.
I’m sure your next questions are: “What’s your office like? Is it totally swank?” Well, truth be told I’d have to say my office is amazing, because it’s my house. (It’s also this really great shared 24-hour co-work space down the street called The Hashtag, but that’s it’s own other thing altogether.) So, sometimes my office will be a photoshoot, sometimes it will be a coffee shop, and other times it will be my couch with gilmore girls in the background or turntable.fm in another tab.
I’ll still be interning with Picture Fresno and doing a bit of freelance, but I’m glad to be back to having a full-time schedule.
I’m pretty jazzed about all of this, if that wasn’t obvious.
… but I need to call my mom and give her an update before I just go telling the internet, because that’s what good daughters do. I think. Maybe? Well hang on, I gotta go call my moms.