Hello Everyone. Blogging to you here today, I feel like Elizabeth Taylor's 5th husband on a honeymoon. That is, I know what I have to do but how do I make it interesting?

It's blogging for Pete's sake! How hard can it be? 

Harder than it looks.

Coming from a family in which getting a good job and working hard was the norm, my family thought I was nuts to give up my job and sell my share of a landscaping business just to go back to school. Looking at it through their eyes, I can see why they felt the way they did. I was making good money  laboring at a warehouse at night and laboring on residential lawns during the day. But I was missing something. I had a dream to kick start. I wanted a college education. And I wanted to change the mindset of the family elders and convince them that their "work work work" solution is long-distance-different from yesteryear. For me it's "learn learn learn."

In short, it took me ten years to accomplish my goal, finally receiving my BFA in Graphic Design with a minor in Computer Imaging in 2011. My thirst for knowledge was on its way to being quenched. 

Now I was entering life's hustle and bustle with a whole new outlook on life. I sent out countless resumes to ad agencies, design firms and corporations in Ohio, New York, Orlando, Tampa, Miami and California. Months went by. And I went on numerous interviews and did lots of networking. But it seemed the economy was not working on my side. One call changed it all. I received a lead on an an internship. To showcase my abilities, I re-did my resume, touched-up my portfolio and made myself my favorite meal of arroz amarillo con pollo guisada (yellow rice with chicken fricassees) for good luck. I figured if I did not get the internship, at least my grum-bellies would be content. Eating my favorite meal turned out to be a bad idea. I had an interview in 20 minutes and my stomach started making those weird sounds (grrrrruup blop). I thought, "Not now! Why does this always happen during important appointments?!" (Blop grrrruppp blop).

With the battle of discomfort-able digestion and all of those sounds going on in my nervous belly, I enter the doors of dRC and meet Chad Gordon for the first time.

For those who do not know me, I have a spanish accent. In certain situations, my accent can become very deep and my speech almost unintelligible. Now, put yourself in my shoes. I am being interviewed for an internship while a war's going on in my insides. I was concentrating very hard not to disrupt  dRC's atmosphere. Which makes my accent very deep as I prayed to higher beings to help me through my inner ordeal. My thoughts were something like, “Quiet you guys, I am in the middle of an interview.”

Chad had no idea what I was going through. He introduced me to everyone in the office and took me into the conference room (dubbed "the apartment" due to the sofa, chair, lamp, area rug, bookshelf and flat screen TV...no shower). The interview lasted all but 30 minutes, during which I kept moving around on the chair, talking with great speed and over-using hand gestures while going through my portfolio.

After I left and the elevator doors closed behind me, I thought, "I blew my opportunity." When I got home, I went over to my good luck meal and said with a smile, “Thank you for the fuel you gave me.” The next day, I received an email asking me when would I be able to start?

The team at dRC is great. It's family here. Being a novice in the field of design, it's amazing learning from dRC's establish designers. They have helped me build upon my design IQ by assisting me in simplifying the complexities of design. From start to finish, we share our thoughts and ideas on solving design solutions. Every day in the office, I see and feel this energy radiating from everyone. This energy is what makes me glad I made that decision ten years ago to go back to school in the field of arts. I am very grateful dRC has given me the opportunity to grow, flourish and develop in a professional atmosphere. 

Thank you! As our very own Jennifer May puts it, "Live, Life, Luck" (one of the many mottos in my collection. But that's another blog).