I Get No Respect
Today, somebody hung up on me during an interview. And what contentious topic were we discussing? Global warming? The war in Iraq? Campaign finance reform? No. It was Christmas lights.
Which made me wonder, "Who would Jesus-the reason for the season-hang up on?"
You know how some people send off electromagnetic energy that tells sharks to eat them? And others send out signals that tell lightning to strike them twice? Well, my electromagnetism tells people that I'm stupid.
Why? Because I am. I'm out of my element on almost every story I write...law, business, electricity. If I was an expert in any of these fields, do you think I'd be doing this job?
Now, if I wrote stories on, say, Pokemon or Spiderman or how to grow carnivorous plants, I would be smart. Thanks to my sons, I've studied these subjects extensively.
Instead, I get no respect. You know why? Because if people are literate, they can write. So everybody thinks they can do my job. And they're right. They can.
And they should. If they had any questions about writing, they could call me.
Oh sure, I might be smug. I might ask them to interview my Web site instead of me. But I wouldn't hang up on them. No matter how dumb they were. Not even if it was for the school newspaper.