This week, I was presented with one more bit of evidence that our industry, my career, is like none other. It's unique in a lot of good ways, yet some not so good. In response to my rhetorical yet obligatory how-was-your-day query, my 16-year-old tax deduction shared how a woman had happened to sit in on her high school drama class this particular afternoon. My logical and immediate response was, "Why?" According to my own thespian-wannabe, the woman, a fan of the arts, was there to take notes. Although this didn't entirely satisfy me -- I have never personally felt the urge to audit woodshop, although I am pretty handy with a glue gun -- I suppose it's plausible. At any rate, it was the ensuing conversation recounted by my daughter that I found sadly amusing. In the co...
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