Why I Am No Longer A Designer
Posted on 09. Jul, 2010 by Karri Wells in Art & Design
I knew I wanted to be a graphic designer from the moment my high school art department got an iMac. Those bulbous brightly colored computers mesmerized me. I soon found myself spending every free moment in the design lab learning my way around Photoshop and the other, now archaic, programs installed on the machine. I took all of our schools courses in Commercial Art where we kicked it old school, mocking up layouts with non-repro blue pencils and non-digital clip art. I adored my art teacher, Mr. Kling, an incredibly charismatic man with the most contagious laugh. He fed my budding passion for design and encouraged my efforts. He even let me help out with the high school website, which made me feel extra fancy and important.
Senior year came, I remember sitting in the guidance counselor’s office discussing ‘my future’. What college did I want to attend? What did I want to major in? The decision was simple – I wanted to be graphic designer. The next fall, I enrolled in Drake University‘s graphic design program. Freshman year I took what they called our ‘core’ classes – everything from drawing to sculpture. These classes were meant to develop our skills in composition, color and proportion. I loved these classes – while my friends were off taking more bookish subjects like accounting and biology, I was in the studio elbow deep in charcoal and slicing my fingers with X-Acto knives.
At some point I decided to add an Advertising major. I thought it would make me more ‘marketable’. So at the end of five, yes five, wonderful years, I graduated with a double major in Graphic Design and Advertising. I was ready to kick the world’s ass and design the crap out of anything that came my way.
Then reality sank in. Something they never tell you in school is that in the real world, you are no longer creating things that YOU like. You are designing for your clients. So if your client wants you to make a six foot banner full of low-resolution .jpegs and they prefer that you use Comic Sans because they want it to look ‘fun’, you have to find a way to make it work. As a designer there is a fine balance between satisfying your client, and creating work that your are proud to claim as your own. Just because YOU think that you’ve come up with the best idea ever, it doesn’t mean that your client will agree, and you must find middle ground. I spent five years deciphering vague feedback like, ‘let’s make this pop’, ‘the colors aren’t right’, ‘i like it, but it’s not quite there’, and bevy of other lines I’m sure you’ve heard from other annoyed designers or read on Clients From Hell.
I was finally burnt out – I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’d lost my passion. It had been drained out of me. I stopped looking at my projects as fun puzzles with multiple solutions and as client feedback as exciting challenges to work towards a mutually satisfying end product. Instead, I halfheartedly completed projects using the input of my clients and at the end of day wasn’t proud of what I was producing. That’s when I knew that it was time for a change.
I’ve always been a pretty social person, so when the social web started to evolve I naturally became an active participant. The more I dabbled, the more I fell in love with where this field was going and I wanted to be a part of it. So about a year ago, I transitioned careers from a graphic designer to a community manager. Don’t get me wrong, I miss design – I love the creative outlet that it provides me – I crave that, I need that. However, now it’s something that I can do on my own time, and it’s become fun again. I still enjoy reading passive aggressive exchanges between clients and designers, lost cat poster email thread, but now it doesn’t hit so close to home, and I can actually laugh instead of cry.
Are you a designer? What is your biggest frustration with your job? What’s your favorite part?
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Thomas Knauer
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Katie Popp (aka Hentzen)
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http://kevin.tumblr.com Kevin Burg
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Tiffany Tauscheck
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lindsay
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Kay
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http://fluffytaildesign.com Betsy

