Senioritis part one was during my senior year of high school. That was simple to understand and live through; not much caring about anything after slaving away at college applications for the past month. Now that I’m a senior in college, the barrage of work seems never-ending. And so I’ve fallen into the doldrums of depression; not laziness.
This is a Senioritis of a different breed. Unlike its sibling, this breed unearths my deepest fears every night. I panic at the thought of the future, worried about fulfilling a prophecy of ending up as a homeless hobo in NYC’s cold concrete jungle. Job searching is like pulling teeth. The number of entry-level marketing design jobs are far and few in between. Odd considering how ALL companies need a pretty face to sell anything. The economy sucking means less care for the ornate which means 20-somethings like me get screwed.
DESIGN MATTERS! Can no one hear me?! How do so many organizations not have marketing positions open left and right? I’ll pardon the ones that outsource their design needs to design firms. IN-HOUSE DESIGN TEAMS, I’M TALKING TO YOU! Y’all need fresh ideas. Where do fresh ideas come from? Young people.
Seriously, look at those drab industrial sites with the automated machinery and centrifuges and whatnot. They were designed in the 80’s and no one’s touched them since. These websites and collateral need major face-lifts. I know money is tight. I also know people like buying things from places that maintain a beautiful identity.
I’ll continue applying to 8 positions a day. I’ve hung a wish on every one of those flaming balls of gas in the night sky. Why? No matter how low I feel, my hopes never quit. I’m a closet optimist looking for a job. Woe is me.