Oliver is lost in a world that he loved.
A desire to paint to his hearts content, any form of distraction from his recent heartbreak. Attempting to rebuild his life without the person he loves, adapting to bleak reality.
He was always known for bei...
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MAX COSTELLO
PAST SEPTEMBER 2019
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I am not one to feel nervous very often but right now, I was feeling all nerves right down to my core. It's probably because I actually care about the job I have been offered, it's an amazing opportunity to get into the industry of graphic design and strip comic art.
This was an offer I could not fuck up, no matter how laidback I really was. This shit was real and could set me up for a bright future.
When I first applied for UAL I did it because I felt like I had nothing else to do. Being an artist straight off the bat is nearly impossible unless you already had a following or a lucky break. I had neither so going to art school was the next best thing.
In a way I wanted it to guide me into realising what I wanted to do with my life. I had always enjoyed doodling, making stupid animations and adapting graphics of books and movies. I just never realised that I could actually make a career out of it.
This was my big break because I finally understood that my work was worthy. With the help of Oliver, I really believed that my work was amazing because it is amazing. I wouldn't have bagged this job if they thought I was shit or even average, to them I was different and unique. That's all the convincing I need.
Oliver started his first week back at university for second year this week and I start my brand new beginning in something I love. Timing could not be better for the both of us.
The offices were situated in central London which was ideal for me, I was planning on moving out with my old house mate to a nearby flat which would make the commute so much easier. But staying on his parents sofa would have to do for the moment.
I had dressed semi-smart for my first day, not that I really owned any super smart clothes but at least I gave it a go. I found a half zip black fleece to match a pair of black jeans and white trainers.
As I approached the front desk my eyes fall upon the guy sat behind a computer, tapping away at the keyboard. "Hi," I say to get his attention.
"Hi," he grins back. "Welcome to The Virtual World. How can I help you?"
"It's my first day," I nod. "In the creative graphics department."
His eyes light up as he nods. "Yes..." he says as he looks down at a sticky note that was attached to his desk. "You are Max, correct?"
"Yes, that's me." I nod once.
"I will let Jodie know that you are here right away," he says as he clicks at the keyboard instantly.
"Thank you," I tell him gratefully.
"Have a great first day," he says as his eyes peer over his computer. "You can wait over there for Jodie."
