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Allan (c) Allan Wood (2007-2010)
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Day 761 - Going Back?
A lot of people ask me why I took a break from a school for a few months to pursue my artistic, musical, and workforcey needs.
Well, other than those reasons up there that I just listed, it's because I honestly have no idea what I want to do with my life.
My whole life I've been talented at a wide variety of subjects; art, English, science, math; but I am having a hard time picking one to nail myself down to for the rest of my life.
Just recently I think I've decided on being an English Teacher. A lot of people will ask me, "But Allan, why don't you want to be an artist, or get a degree in art?"
Well for one thing I'm trying to be realistic. Sure there are art jobs out there. In fact, just yesterday I did a Sign Demo for Trader Joe's in hopes that I could get a job there as a sign artist.
I doubt I'll get it, though. Using paint markers for the first time ever and being unfamiliar with my work environment (I wasn't sure which colors were which) really hindered my chances.
But what I was saying, before, was that it's hard to survive as "just an artist." Or at least that's what people keep telling me, and me, not knowing how hard it actually is to survive, will take their word for it.
Other people say, "Allan, you know you can get a job at any dumb ol' retail store, don't ya?"
Amanda has 2 years experience working food and 3 months managerial experience, as well as a BA, and she has sent out applications to... Shell Stations, 7-11's, Michael's, PetCo, Mimi's Cafe, Coco's, Baskin Robins, Barnes and Nobel, Trader Joe's, USC, Redlands College, and more, and she still doesn't have a full-time job. In fact, the only reason she has a part-time job is because she e-mailed the manager of Maggie Moo's before she even drove down here with me.
But things are looking up. I just had a sign demo and Amanda has an interview at Victoria's Secret. Even if I don't get my job, hopefully Amanda will get hers and maybe I'll go back to school full-time. Get some loans n shit.
Y'know, my whole life people have told me things will be hard, and I guess I thought I was the exception to the rule--that I'd show up in a room and people would throw jobs at my feet. Maybe it's good all this has happened, this way. It's a reality check.
Anyway, more tomorrow.
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