debbie millman writes about her search for graduate work that is bound to ring a few bells with those who have been through the process before.
I knew that what happened next could change my life forever. As I sat on the cramped, balmy Express Bus into Manhattan, I fantasized befriending the Human Resources Director, being invited up to meet the design director of Vogue or Vanity Fair or Glamour, getting hired as his or her crackerjack assistant, working late nights and weekends, cavorting with the glamorous editors and art directors and designers and, of course, spending my entire career being fabulously successful at what I considered to be the best magazine company in the whole wide world.
Apparently however you can only make ONE choice.
Suits me. Sure. As long as I can change my mind whenever I feel like it.
