so the thing about going to school for an illustration degree is that basically everyone knows it’s a financial death sentence. so at least once every semester they make you pretend you’re a successful illustrator closing a financially lucrative editorial or advertising deal. in my most recent semester at art college my court-mandated advertising assignment ended in me producing two illustrations advertising for dunkin’ donuts, purely because i had a dunkin iced in my hand when i was frantically trying to come up with a concept the day before sketches were due.
last night i got home for the summer, and as is tradition in my household i showed my parents most of the art i’d created for the past semester. as is also tradition in my household, all three of us were drinking heavily the entire time. this art show included the aforementioned dunkin’ donuts ads.
my mother, several glasses of wine deep, becomes very excited upon seeing the dunkin ads, and tells me she HAS to text them to her brother, who used to work in sales for dunkin. I, also several glasses of wine deep, remember very little about my uncle’s job but know that he is retired. i agree to let her send them to him.
my uncle (sober, presumably) texts her back immediately and says that he loves them and wants to send them to his “old boss” at dunkin. my mother and i (drunk) agree to this. he sends the images to his boss. what everyone has neglected to mention to me up until this point is that my uncle was SENIOR VP OF SALES at dunkin’ donuts and his “old boss” in question is the CEO OF THE COMPANY. my mother relays this information to me while looking incredibly guilty. i start cry-laughing. the ceo of dunkin liked the fake ads apparently. i was unfortunately not offered a marketing position
