going through my old files and I find this crazy, kinda sentimental throwback of when I applied to the Walt Disney Family Museum after moving to the Bay Area. I went in for an interview and they had me do a design test afterwards. it was down to me and another person. I forgot the premise of the test, but this is what I turned in. I remember busting ass in my sublet apt in Berkeley trying to finish this (they gave us limited time). I needed a job really bad and it would have been really cool to work there. they sent me an email a couple days later saying they were going to continue looking for the right candidate. bummer. I was totally proud of this despite improvements that could have been made. I kinda still am, really.