Along my circuitous route in the field, I've also discovered quite a bit about myself. For instance, I've found that if a client and I are at moral odds and that one of us-meaning me-has to exit stage right, it won't mean I'm going to starve. In fact, it means that I've just defined the type of client with which I prefer to work. I've also found that working in harmony with clients who share my personal and professional ideals gives me greater satisfaction. Who knew that a simple thing like client compatibility could be so enriching?
Not adhering to the profession's standards can also mean less self-respect. Never mind that you become your client's obsequious lackey; but do you really want to sully your own rep because someone else chooses to act disreputably?
If something is emitting an odor, even a whiff, it'll probably be just a minute before you smell the pungent aroma of "Oh, s#@!" Better to be at The Saltlick than out (side)stepping in the field.
Call me one naive cowbilly, but I happen to think there's actually a cure for mad cow disease.
Everybody have a great day in the city!