I graduated from the Ontario College of Art and Design with a degree in textiles and was a basket weaver. I won the medal for my program. I was a practicing basket weaver making hats and baskets out of mostly cedar bark. I found quite quickly that the job was actually sales and got sick of craft shows. I got a job in an upholstery shop making canvas enclosures on boats. I benifited from having a salesman take on the bullshit work and left me to hone my craft. My boss was an asshole and eventually I seized the means of production and he went bankrupt. I've run my own shop for the last 6 years and am sending my daughter to OCAD for printmaking. It doesn't matter what she does in school, she will learn the skills necessary to tackle any issue with confidence. She may not be a printmaker for the rest of her life but the skills she develops will ensure she can adapt to any struggle presented to her.

So get fucked you giant sack of shit. Maybe if you hired a fucking designer your bullshit sticker factory could make stickers that don't wash off and that you can see in the fucking dark.