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Posted July 6, 2009
While working on my Masters thesis I needed to find work, as I was broke and not sure how I was going to survive. I interviewed at every industrial design studio in the Chicagoland area, with no luck. I was not so good an industrial designer. “Lund, you can’t draw a stick,” my favorite professor Jay Doblin (God rest his soul) might have said. I had moved to Chicago to study industrial design and become an inventor, but I end up broke, without the proper degree, with not even a clue as to where one might get a job as an inventor, and what happened? Whatever was I thinking? What kind of an incomplete, hare-brained plan for my life was that? Having exhausted all possibilities, someone suggested I try a toy invention studio and in sheer desperation I contacted them to get the interview, took out my earring and cut my long hair for the second interview, somehow got the job, and discovered within two weeks that this was exactly what I was looking for. The toy industry burns through new concepts so fast that they employ a cadre of inventors, and I had just become one. What other industry hires inventors and uses new inventions at such a prodigious clip? I don’t know of another. Jump and the net will appear. Visualize what you seek, and it will find you. I wanted to be an inventor and had no idea how or where to go, and instead it found me. Over thirty years later, I am still loving the process of innovation, invention, problem solving, and discovery each and every day. How lucky is that? So, I digress. Again. Where was I? Oh yes! Now about that solvent I mentioned earlier . . .
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