When it somehow becomes absolutely disgusting in my soul, something doesn’t work out or fatigue accumulates, I remember one incident from my life. My path to freelancing has been gradual. When I decided to leave the university (more precisely, I was laid off from one position, and put in such conditions in another that if you didn’t quite have to run and not look back), I naturally began to look for a job. Although even then they were thinking of going to pure freelancing and earning money by drawing .. but it was scary to freelance right away ... Well, one of the “big people” of the university, having learned that I was leaving, invited me to my office, asked what my plans were ... I answered him that there is no clear plan yet, but I am thinking of becoming an illustrator. In response, the uncle opened his mouth and lectured me for 30 minutes about the need to descend from heaven to earth, who needs me with my pictures, etc. From the lord's shoulder, he called his familiar advertiser, decided for me that 30 thousand for me is a chic salary and began to negotiate to attach me. All this was from beginning to end incredibly disgusting .. disgusting that they decided for me what I was worth and worthy, disgusting that they did not believe in me and my abilities for me. In general, I got up, ate, holding back tears, thanked, said that I was not going to work in advertising, and turning around to leave the office, I stumbled upon the secretary of this person. The woman stood and laughed at me picturesquely covering her mouth with her palm. And the eyes are so mean. It must be fun to watch a bird clip its wings. I rode the bus home and wept from the humiliation I had experienced. But for some reason, it was not the act of this great gentleman that hurt the most, but the evil laughing face of his secretary. Probably because that “big man”, although he considered me a bug, but in his own way wanted to help - put a blade of grass in a jar to a goat - they say eat a bug, but don’t look at the sky, it’s not for you. And the secretary, she was glad that someone was humiliated, the dreams and self-confidence of a person equal to her were smeared before her eyes. In general, I remember that evil face and think - and figs to you! We will still fight and everything will work out for me! True, I went freelancing after those events only half a year later, having worked in the newspaper for some time - but I still left) And for more than a year I have been just an illustrator, a free bird and I don’t regret it at all) And those who laugh behind my back - are right behind my back) I must add that I left very “on time” - here you have a war, a crisis and a neural network bogged down - but nothing ... we’ll manage somehow, we’re still coping very well) And that bad memory for me is an incentive not to give up)
