I am a designer and constantly reevaluating what my niche is. Maybe it is the naive child in me, but I still believe that one can design their own career based on the crossover between their passions. I had a realization that designing for pharmaceutical companies isn't exactly why I went to art school. But, when I am designing something that I love, my life is a little closer to perfect.
Back to the crossover between one's passions, I chose the subject of my side project based on a Venn Diagram. Imagine drawing a Venn Diagram where one circle represents your career, and every other circle represents each interest that you have. Now make all the circles touch, but in real life. For example, I love craft beer, I like playing with typography and I enjoy games. So, I started a passion project that involves craft breweries, typesetting beer quotes and playing the I'm gonna guess your favorite beer game.
Christmas reminds me of my grandpa, everyone that knew him loved him. But he was a matter-of-fact kinda guy—if he wasn't interested in what I was doing he certainly didn't pretend to be. And because he was a farmer, I never found it out of the ordinary if he asked me how much rain we got last night, before he asked how kindergarten was going.
Grandma was different, she was interested in hearing about the boys in class. She would play pickup sticks and paper dolls with us and even built a dollhouse for us to play with when we came over. Best of all, we would watch I Love Lucy on the dial TV all afternoon eating as many malted milk balls as we wanted.
But this time of year reminds me of one particular weekend with my grandparents. Grandma had promised that Grandpa would take us to the mall to see Santa Claus! I had hurried to get my Christmas dress on and didn't even bother to brush my hair before pushing my sister Meredith to the kitchen to announce that we were ready to go. I wanted to get my Christmas order in!
Today is the day every creative hopes to never face, like every other person in the world, I am passionate about what I do for a living! Yeah 'kay, but when I DO get excited about a project it is easy to spend every minute of my day nurturing it, putting all other deadlines on the back burner and going too far down that rabbit-hole of possibilities. There aren’t too many professions where you get to make things that you really love, and I am particularly fond of branding. As a creative, I always hope for enthusiastic reactions from my clients, which can leave some room for disappointment. But, hearing that my client has turned to crowdsourcing is an entirely different level of dissatisfaction that I am hoping to cope with.
Months ago, my agency presented 12 initial logo sketches to three decision makers - I led the creative presentations, always justifying my positioning and taking note of client feedback along the way. Collectively, we quickly narrowed to three options, and eventually the winner became obvious. Too good to be true, they decided upon my favorite logo option without any Frankenstein requests?
One thing that I've learned since undergrad, is that the word final is up for interpretation...
My sister Melissa was married on Sat and I just don't know that the King's are cut out for weddings! The wedding was beautiful, it's always the day after that is the pits.
The celebration was held in Carbondale IL, and on Sunday morning I am riding back up north with my brother Alex. We both had a lot of fun the night before and I found myself wondering if I could actually survive the 5 hr road trip. We need gas before we get on the highway, Note: my last blog post is when the King's began trend-setting gas station stories!! I had the passenger seat reclined all the way back and have my eyes closed while Alex fuels up. When my brother stepped back into the car and announced "Oh sh*t". I open one eye and say, "Don't even tell me you lost the keys!" He laughs and sticks the key into the ignition and says, "No, Meg...but I wonder what would happen if I filled up my gas tank with Diesel fuel". "Hmmmm, it's really probably not great, but...we better call Dad to be sure."
"You gotta be $%#**ing kidding me, he screams into the phone. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU KIDS!!??!!" Then Dad asks if we've turned the ignition on...which we hadn't, and I feel very triumphant relaying that information! He's with my mom at the reception site picking up the table cloths from the reception last night. He says that my Uncle Jeff (a different Uncle Jeff from the previous wedding blog) is probably not too far behind us and to call him until he can meet us. Uncle Jeff just laughs when we tell him that we filled up the gas tank with diesel fuel, "I'm surprised the Diesel nozzle would even FIT into Alex's tank". Which, Alex admitted in a defeated yet sarcastic tone, "It was difficult, but I guess I'm NOT a quitter!" Uncle Jeff, only a few miles behind us, assures that he's pulling over but has no idea who we can find to drop the gas tank. I call my sister Meredith next. I am not sure why I am even laughing as Mere and her boyfriend pulled into the gas station. Perhaps it's the fierce hangover kicking in, or the nerves of my uneasy stomach, but I really can't believe we are stranded at another gas station! I speak to the attendant and she tells us "$h*t happins, good luck git-ina mechanic on-er Sunday!"
We know we need the gas out of the tank, so I suggest siphoning it out with a long plastic tube and a bucket! I saw Dad empty our large fish tank this way when I was a kid! Meredith's boyfriend says he will drive Mere's car to Wallmart if Alex wants to pick up the stuff. Mere and I wait for uncle Jeff while the boys take off, and when he arrives he is with my Aunt Linnie and cousin Danielle. This is beginning to look like a circus and we are managing to attract attention in Southern Illinois! People want to help us, but the only dude that sticks around keeps mumbling something about free gas. He is actually circling the car and I wish now that I had saved the snapchats I kept taking of him. Uncle Jeff thinks that siphoning could work!! He doesn't have any other leads, as nothing else seems to be open. My cell rings...and its Alex. They got a hose and a bucket...but Meredith's car won't start now and he assumes the ignition key is still in Meredith's purse! Gah, so Uncle Jeff is on his way to Wallmart to bring them the car keys when Mom and Dad pull into the gas station. We crack the window to hear Dad talking the creepy mumbling guy, and both parents are delighted to find that Uncle Jeff is now rescuing Alex from Wallmart.
We were one happy family! I think the mood actually peaked when we stuck the hose into the gas tank and realized that a 2015 car had a filter over the tank to prevent people from SYPHONING GAS! This is when I opened a beer, my aunt even handed me one of Melissa's wedding koozies cause things were gonna get worse before they got any better.
So, Uncle Jeff and Dad push the car off the cement so the car is leaning to one side, they spread out one of Melissa's wedding tablecloths to lay on. Uncle Jeff is the keeper of all the tools and fortunately, he could get under the car to eventually un-attach the tank. Now we are able to bypass the filter and get the hose into the tank to siphon. It takes for-flipping-ever to get 10 gallons of gas through a tube the width of my finger! But 6 hours later, the mumbling guy is still circling us for free gas—this turned out to be a great thing because we weren't sure how to dispose of 10 gallons of diesel fuel that had been mixed with regular. The sun was setting as we finally arrived home, but we were looking forward to spending a week together in Mexico for the after party!