My Old Job


Another drawing from the print shop a few weeks ago. Had I stayed on the job long enough, maybe I would have gotten to run the presses, but by the time I ventured out of the family business I was working this machine. It had several functions—rewinder, slitter, inspector—all basically to make the product look presentable to the client. Kind of like what I do now. I didn’t grow up with disco lights and late night parties, I grew up waking at the crack of dawn with strobe lights going all day as labels, not stickers, whizzed by at hundreds of feet per second.—Dominick

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