I was featured in My Art Story, a section of ArtsGreensboro's newsletter Arts InFocus - January 2020. Thank you ArtsGreensboro for the opportunity to share my art path. To read the whole story, please click here.
Some of you know that I am looking for a day job. I have resisted as much as I could, but the truth about my financial reports (just a fancy name, I do not need a financial report to know I am broke) made me understand that, if I want to continue being an artist, I do need to be able to pay my bills, and empty my mind of mundane worries to produce some quality work.
Looking for a job now involves a long process of filling online forms, resume and cover letter uploads, and scrutinize an overwhelming amount of job posts. In some point of all this process, something reminded me of a day that I was filling a long questionnaire. I still laugh when I think about it.
But to get to that very moment, I first had to dress up, take the public transportation (bus or subway or both) for about an hour, and be conducted by the business employee to a room with many other candidates. Not online candidates, but flesh and bone ones that you can see and feel intimidated by. I sat down where they ushered me, and started answering the forms: name, address…the usual. After that, some other forms related to your work experience, education, and so on. I probably had sent my resume by snail mail before that day, but had to write all the same information by hand again. This is something that has not changed, the difference now is that you type or copy|paste what is already on your resume.
Next, the psychological questionnaire: multiple-choice and open questions. After what I believed was more than one hour filling those documents and answering questions, my mind started to get tired. In the test, there were those kind of fill in the blanks questions. If you were a ________ you would _________ kind of sentences.
And then, there was that sentence to finish. Feeling that I had no chance to pass all those tests and finding myself inadequate for the job anyway (it was an opening to work in a jewelry store), I just wrote: Most women usually wear underpants.