A letter to the big guy up there (not you God, talking to the boss)
By Admin N : Hello, remember me? I’m the weird employee with the big occasionally unwashed hair and draggy clothes because you make me stay overtime and don’t pay me for it. But hey! I’m not complaining, I’m learning a lot from you, I mean who knew drop shadows and gradients could add so much deepness to a visual?!
Still don’t ring a bell? You once commented on a ring I was wearing saying that you liked it. It was vintage and it belonged to my grandmother. Thank god you didn’t see my bloody fingers after biting my nails from all the stress of having me use vector art in a poster I was designing!
Wow! You still haven’t recognized me?!?! Seriously? Even after you’ve made me add fugly templates to your presentations? After all the clip arts I’ve used, the free fonts I’ve downloaded and your wife’s pictures that I had to Photoshop? But hey, you once said that I make excellent coffee and that was just enough I guess, no?
And so, even when all my hard work and sacrifice goes unnoticed, on this Labor Day, I’d like to thank you. Thank you Mr. boss-man for crushing every dream I had in university, every hope and every struggle; every fight I’ve had with one of my classmates or teachers over a choice of typeface, a concept, a visual etc…
Occupy the office!
No really: Let’s OCCUPY THE OFFICE, because in 2012 no one wants to work for the big guy anymore!