Not that I’m regretting dropping four years’ tuition into a bachelor’s degree from a top art college, but why did I choose to major in illustration rather than….creative ways to sell stuff? For the past four years I’ve been telling myself, “Don’t worry, you’ll have a job waiting when you graduate.”
Seems the only places hiring are marketing and sales firms. As soon as I put my resume on Monster and Career Builder, my email and phone lines were flooded with recruiters looking for new grads aspiring to be telemarketers. I guess you should take what you can get, but for someone who’s not a “people person,” calling strangers during dinnertime and pestering them to buy something they don’t need not only seems like a poor use of my degree, it’s not physically doable.
I’ve zoned out for hours surfing the web for design jobs, since I have a couple of great graphic design classes under my belt. The catch is that 99 percent of the graphic design jobs posted require knowledge of web design. I guess the average Corporate Joe wouldn’t realize it, but graphic design and web design are two different things. Just the other day I went to an interview for a “part time graphic design with maybe some writing” job. Immediately they told me they wanted someone to build their website and edit video footage. Where did that come from? It says nowhere on my resume that I build websites or have video experience.
Surely, the jobs are out there. It’s just a matter of finding one to which you can apply your hundred thousand dollar degree. For artists, it’s ten times the battle. I can dedicate myself to being a freelance illustrator, without the security of a steady income or reliable clients, but I’m looking for something permanent. I wish my school officials had told me freshman year, if you want to make money with a Bachelors of Fine Arts, you need to learn web design. Or figure out how to cold call people and talk them into magazine subscriptions.