Utilizing Skills

In a previous post, I mentioned that I was thankful for a company that appreciates and allows me to utilize my skills.

I was able to put my creative thinking cap on for both visual graphics and intriguing text for out recruiting campaign at work.

Below are a few of the images that I've developed as part of a sideshow of information about the company, which will be combined with a personal conversation with our company president.








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