“I’ve got belts older than you.”


‘Freelance was such fun. Until it wasn’t’

As you may recall, last week I was all set to share a crabby/funny story about when I was a freelance writer — when, all of a sudden, this happened:

Needless to say, I’m still plenty excited. In fact, so excited I just can’t help treating you to another shot of the Happy Couple.

No one should be allowed to look this all-fired gorgeous on a plane, for heavens’ sakes

All in all, it was a darned exciting week, what with my umpteenth birthday, the afore-mentioned engagement, and the firing of President You-Know-Who (name rhymes with “dump”). There was some sad news, too — the death of Alex Trebeck, the beloved Jeopardy! host. Who was, of course, Canadian. (I say “of course” because I’m convinced, since The Engagement, that all the very best and very nicest men come from Canada.)

At our house, though, the game show of choice was the other really popular one. (Answer: “PattanVanna” Question: “What did The Child call “Wheel of Fortune?”) It was almost as fun to watch her point at the TV and squeak out “PattanVanna” as it was to watch her point at the TV in my Dad’s Clinton-hating presence and squeak out “BillKinton! BillKinton!”

The Child, in the very room and in the very slippers, where she’d squeak “PattanVanna”

But back to the point of this story.

As I mentioned, I celebrated yet another birthday last week. I say “yet another” because I’ve reached a rather extraordinary age. It’s a number that has rather unfortunate dirty-joke connections. Though I was so naive that I didn’t “get it” when people snickered if I mentioned I was “Class of ’69.” (Yes, my age now matches my high-school graduation year. I’m more of a ‘Senior’ now than I was when I was a ‘Senior’ then.)

Me, long ago — but still long after high school graduation — sporting my CHS sweatshirt. (It does not have a ’69 on it)

You regular readers (whom I adore with all my heart) know that I used to be an advertising copywriter. Which was “The Most Fun You Can Have With Your Clothes On.” (You can read more about the glam life I led Back Then by clicking on any story in the Adland Lore tab.) Advertising was such fun, for me anyway, that after my regular career ended I kept on cranking out copy as a freelancer.

I was a very successful freelancer. I’d come in, bat out some brochures about sheet metal or some letters to disease-sufferers. In record time and without whining. (Most of my freelance was for what they called Direct-to-Consumer advertising — DTC in Biz Lingo — which is what Regular People call “Direct Mail” or even “Junk Mail.”)

Freelancers just wanna have fun. And not get run over by a bike while taking a selfie

I wrote my stuff and didn’t complain — even if the assignments were, well, less than glamorous. The bosses loved my cheerful attitude. Boss: “You used to write for American Express; you don’t mind doing these letters for Irritable Bowel Syndrome?” Me: “Hey, I’m freelance. You pay me, and I’ll wash your darned car.” Except I didn’t say “darned.”

All went swimmingly until one assignment where this assistant account executive kept changing my copy. Without telling me. The nerve. For those of you not in The Biz, an “assistant account executive” is a person so low on the account side totem pole that he/she carries your bags and drives the car. (They can rise to the top alarmingly quickly, though. There was this assistant AE named Bill Gray who ended up being the President of Ogilvy. So it pays to be nice.)

Me, back in my Ogilvy Days. When assistant AEs carried my bags and drove the rental cars. Among other things

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t care if even a lowly assistant AE changed my copy. I was a freelancer. No strings, no emotional involvement. I didn’t really work there. I’d take my check and forget about it. Except that she was changing it so it was awful. I had my pride. And my reputation. If people thought it was me writing with such atrocious syntax and horrible word choices, my lucrative career might go south.

So I did what I hated to do: I complained to my boss. (He was a great boss named Rob; super nice, even though he wasn’t Canadian.) Well, Rob called that little whippersnapper of an assistant AE into his office and told her to stop already with the changing of my copy. She was way too wet behind the ears, he explained, to presume to mess with a seasoned writer’s work. “Young Lady,” he went on, “I’ve got belts older than you.”

Me, at the beginning of a very long — and mostly very happy — advertising career

End of colorful crabby/funny story. And, incidentally, the end of my career. Even though good ole Rob fixed things, for me the freelance well had been poisoned. I was still lucratively-paid, but I couldn’t summon up that old satisfaction-at-a-job-well-done feeling any more.

But hey — I’ve got an Engaged Kid, a New President, another birthday under my ancient belt, and a bunch of people reading my finely crafted and carefully honed blog every week. What’s not to feel satisfied about?

New York City. November 2020





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14 thoughts on ““I’ve got belts older than you.”

  1. There may have been such a thing as pride of authorship in the ad business, though it may have been limited to the boss changing the much better, in the author’s opinion at least, than the “approved” revision. Or maybe I’m just summarizing the way it was for me in the contracts business. Blogging is so much better in that respect, don’t you agree?

  2. I’ve got a few years (hopefully more than a few) before I’m looking at kids’ engagements and weddings, but I can totally relate to the freelance stuff. Mostly, I try not to think about the cats and dogs that won’t be saved now because somebody messed with my animal shelter appeal after I’ve made it perfect–ha! Lately, I’ve been working for a direct mail shop as their (I don’t know) direct mail appeal whisperer, maybe. Of course you know annual fund directors might know how to direct, but oftentimes can’t write about their organizations. So they take a crack at writing an appeal and I critique it. It’s been pretty fun, and the pay is good, and I don’t see their mailing results–so it’s hands off. Best thing is, I can’t wake up in the middle of the night thinking about my creative work rather than that of others, which is where I need to be these days.

    • Ooooh…I just love critiquing others’ copy! Such fun, and you get paid too. I adore “”direct mail appeal whisperer.” Wish I’d written that (!) Here’s wishing you restful nights xoxo

  3. Glad (and not surprised) to hear that you put that AAE in her place! Also- big congrats on the The Child’s engagement! Very wise of her to pick a Canadian just in case Trumpism raises its ugly head again.

    • Hey, thanks Harold! We are beyond thrilled with The Child’s Choice. Hoping there is some sort of Family Plan for Canadian citizenship, just in case The Donald — or (gasp) Ivanka — decide to run again (!)

  4. Nancy Vines

    Happiness all around. You always make me smile and lol. This week it feels especially satisfying. And…there is not a more gorgeous couple. (Not counting you and the Dude, of course.) Love and real hugs. xoxo

    • Nancy! What a lovely thing to say! They are indeed a gorgeous couple, both inside and out. But then Gorgeous Dude and I are biased indeed (!) Many thanks — and those hugs are totally reciprocal xoxo

  5. Ilene

    Congratulations on your daughter’s engagement. She is a beautiful young woman. Happy belated birthday. And her fiancée is also a good looking guy. Nice to read about happy times.

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