Andy got his dream job, working for the big company. The only problem was he realized everything he had learned at the university couldn’t help him perform well at his job. He cried, wondering if he should go back to school or pursue a masters degree. What shocked him was that he couldn’t even design anything!
The sun was courteous and vibrant, the trees were lovely, and the airflow was gentle. Andy made his way to meet with the person who would be his boss. He transitioned up the stairs, backed into a corner and knocked on room 26, and the man inside cheerily asked him to enter. He had anticipated meeting his new brilliant staff. Andy was dressed for the occasion. He appeared to be as bright as everything said about him. What was the point of waiting? He was hired right away. One of the most important days in a man’s life is his first day at work, Andy said to himself one friendly morning. He was a self-assured young man with a lot of self-esteem. He was a bright student, far too bright for his age. He had a cool, collected and honorable disposition, was excellent at networking, and was somewhat serene, which everyone admired about him. He was one of those brilliant students who always talked about their dream jobs as an artistic, and everyone believed Andy would achieve it. Andrew had a friend who was so familiar with him that he could read him like a book. His friend, Herbert, knew Andy wasn’t ready for the job yet, despite his genius. He asked Andy to wait, but he didn’t listen. He had graduated with honors from one of the country’s top universities with a first-class degree in creative designing and graphics. The industry was on its way to another great creative of the generation. He was indeed fortunate; a friend of his father who knew him so well had connected him to a great Job as head of creative at his dream company, an opportunity he couldn’t believe was finally his, he was ready to put his foot to the genesis of his career success. His new task was to create creative designs based on a brief that had been given to him. As a creative director, he would train those he found. However, when he arrived at work the next day, he couldn’t do anything; he burst into tears, he was glued, and he did not even know whether to turn off the job offer or continue with it. But what’s wrong? I knew all these things at college? professors affirmed my creativity always? Andrew wept again. He concluded that he was not good at design and was not creative enough to be a creative. He told himself of the little all-around designer skills he had that couldn’t support his new work. He sobbed! He was feeling less! He cried for his country’s education system and the jobs that awaited graduates. He chose to resign as creative director in order to learn from his colleagues and embrace the realities of the industry..
