I’m in the line of work where I get to meet a lot of people. All sorts of people. Interesting people, people who think they are interesting, people from around here, people from other places, strange people, funky people, impressive people, lots of enthusiastic people, people who need favors, creative people, night people, morning people.
Truth be told, I don’t run into many normal people; a lot of them claim to be, but I guess they just can’t hear what they’re saying or see what they’re doing. Baffling people.
When I meet people and they ask me about my work, after the litany of industry complaints (I’m not the type of person who will try to make you jealous of my job), I’ve coined a sweet little professional axiom I like to throw out there: Everybody has a story to tell, and it’s my job to make sure it sounds good. It might not be a very profound adage, but it’s an inspiring reminder when I have to deal with boring people, and it’s the part of my job that I really like.
The pointed phone calls and letters nitpicking my grammar and spelling skills are fantastic, as well. Persnickety people.
