So part of my job includes partly overseeing the production of a professional association’s quarterly magazine*. It’s not Time magazine or anything, but it is newsy-information based and the readership is professional individuals on par with doctors and lawyers.
Level of difficulty: writers just out of school who think they are awesome, brilliant, and can do no wrong. In truth, we have to lie to them about their deadlines because they start the day before (heck, sometimes even the day after) it’s due and one plagiarized this year’s annual article from last year’s. But anyway…
All articles go to a professional copy editor for fact checking and proofreading. The other day, as I approached my colleague’s office, I heard yelling. One of our writers: “CHANGE IT BACK! You don’t know what your talking about, you are not qualified to make that decision. You need to take a writing course! I have a journalism degree!” and she stomped off.
What was that about? Her article had a few factual errors, and her blurb for the front cover of the magazine had a particularly egregious one, and they were corrected by the copy editor. She had just seen a proof of the magazine layout, was furious that we had corrected her work, and was insisting we change it back to what she had originally submitted.
“She wrote out ‘NYSE’ as the ‘New York Smurf Exchange’.” said my colleague.**
“Well,” said I, “we can’t leave it like that.” So we talked to our boss, who agreed with us and we deferred to the professional fact-checker, it was correct on the cover when it went to print.
So a few weeks later, my colleague and I got called to the carpet, by the VP no less. Basically, the writers think I’m an asshole and my colleague is incompetent, but the crux of the discussion boiled down to this: the writer’s think the copy editor/fact checker is mean and his corrections hurt their feelings, so we are not allowed to implement his corrections if the writers don’t want us to.
My jaw hit the floor and my colleague stammered: “But…but… 'New York Smurf Exchange!”
The VP shook his head and said, “Um… well, I’ll tell the writers they have to be more vigilant with their own fact checking.”
No more fact-checking for us.
Predictably, now a few months later, we’re organizing a fund raising event, for some professional group. It’s called the 10th Annual Dopefest***. My colleague and I don’t know anything about these people, but the writer who is in charge or organizing the event assures us that the keynote speaker - who’s making a rare special appearance - is really important. So the entire marketing campaign revolves around this one guy, Cecil Adams, and all the marketing pieces extol his virtues and feature photos of his happy smiling face (strangely, he bears an uncanny resemblance to Ed Zotti).
Yet, for some reason, despite all our efforts, and the past successes of Dopefests 1-9, this one isn’t working. We’re about to cancel it for lack of advance ticket sales, when we get an email from Cecil’s assistant, asking if we can make a correction on our website: “Cecil’s column is called The Straight Dope not The Striped Dope” she wrote.
I can’t do this anymore.
*Not quite, but just go with it because it’s comparable to what I do while maintaining my professional anonymity.
**Fake (but not far off) for illustrative purposes only.
***Also fake for illustrative purposes.