So December 1st came and went. The weekend before was spent between my flat and Hobbycraft, focusing all my attention on creating a portfolio that would make me proud enough to present. And so the day came. The commute was smooth and the voices inside my head were loud, the good kind of loud. Hypothetical questions and potential answers, a constant role-play forcing me to anticipate. Be ready.
I arrived a few minutes early, my glasses steamed up as soon as I walked in. Everything went brilliantly. My mouth wasn’t dry. My mind was clear. My confidence was right where it should be. They were great too. The lead designer was so friendly – I could actually project myself working with her, bouncing ideas off of each other. The administration manager and Project Director were just as easy to talk to. I felt like I belonged.
A sip of water and off I was. Flipping through my hand-bound portfolio, through projects I was never sure would lead me where I was. It’s called experience. That’s the big word. The fatal word that turns so many heads away. Not enough experience, never enough experience.
But this time, it seemed to be enough – I’ve got a second interview next Tuesday! I have a week to respond to a design brief and sketch out a quick proposal to present on the 8th. Excited would be an understatement.
If I don’t screw this up, you might soon be reading the words of a full-time Interior Designer. Doesn’t that sound nice? It is the wind of change, I tell you. I can feel its soft breeze raising the hairs on my skin…