The Thing About Graphic Design

But before she could look any farther into cosmopolitan bliss, her cell phone hummed away, moving across the desk in its vibrations. Picking it up hesitantly, never being a big fan of the phone in general, she was not surprised to see it was Joan. She was probably wanting to make yet another change to her wedding program. What a pain. They, who ever they may be, were right. It really does not pay to help friends and family out by offering them one's free design services. These inevitably turned out bad. Heck, half the time, doing the drivel that clients wanted was bad, too. But that did pay, so it was not as bad. It was the lack of vision on their part that got to her. Just once, she would love to do something brilliant that would stand out, be a hallmark, and heck, win an Addy. That was the sad thing about art school. They gave you wonderful projects to work on like creating posters for the local opera company and hip environmental companies. These projects rarely seemed to come to light in post-college days, probably because all the college kids were doing the fun stuff for free. Penny had had enough, though. Bad marriage. Bad career, both had been monstrously disappointing. But, maybe that would change with this new start. All her talents would be useful in creating the new person she was about to become, provided she could let go of these silly fears like fire.

Flipping open the phone, she dismissed the pleasant hellos and opted for: “What, Joan?”