When people hear I'm a "blank", they immediately "blank"

I’m a screenwriter.

Yes, I currently work on a show you’ve probably heard about.
Yes, I know lots of “famous people”.
No, I won’t give you their home phone number and no, I won’t get you their autograph.
Sure, I’ll read your screenplay draft when I have time, but don’t expect me to mail you flowers over it, k? If it’s shit, it’s shit.
I know, you really wanted to have this job when you grew up. But honest, it’s not all fun and games, and no, not “eeeeeveryboooody” can do it. It’s not as easy as it looks.
… and no. The strike isn’t over yet.

As a non-artist, it’s annoying to like art and have the desire to draw/paint/whatever, but just not be capable of drawing anything that looks halfway decent. The mind is willing, the hand is unskilled. Or there’s some sort of disconnect in between.

This tickles me, because I used to say that. Then I did pick up a flute again, and have practiced and improved dramatically since. I think it says something that I’ve been playing again for 2.5 years now, and I’m still excited by my progress.

Federal taxes.

Ugh, I get variants on this when people find out I started playing violin very young. “Oh, you must be really good at it!” I’m really not, because A) I was into it, but as a side hobby, not ‘this is what I do’, and B) I haven’t practiced more than once a week or played in a group since I was sixteen or so.

When people find out I’m a martial artist and a black belt, they almost without fail immediately make some sort of stupid joke or ask a ridiculous question. Usually it takes the form of some relatively-snide comment on my size and/or gender. “But you’re so small!” “But you’re a girl!” No, really? I hadn’t noticed!

Hah, I wish they’d be that direct about their instrument-specific gender stereotypes! The closest I got was after doing a demonstration & talk about the violin to a class, recruting for new pupils the next term, having one eleven-year-old boy ask me “Isn’t the violin a bit girly?” Errr, you didn’t think that question all the way through before asking me, did you?

When people hear I’m a child support officer they:

  1. Grouse about how the courts hate men (It’s getting better)
  2. Comment on lazy government workers (Kiss my butt)
  3. Grouse about their own case/situation
  4. Ask legal questions (which I cannot really answer - I’m not an attorney)
  5. Ask why I hate men (I guess that’s a pre-requisite for the job?)
  6. Ask if I “get off” on chasing “dead beats” (No, and I hate the term dead beat)

When people hear I embroider, they:

  1. Ask how I have the patience (Why do you think I started sewing? It’s relaxing)
  2. Bring me a huge project, then ask if $20 would cover my anywhere between 50-100 hours of work (Uh, NO)
  3. Inform me that handwork is silly and outdated (Thanks for your input)

HA! Nice one.

When I tell people I manage a contract manufacturing company (injection molded plastics and custom machined parts), they ask me what products I make. I don’t make products, I make parts that go into products. It’s not really that annoying, I kind of enjoy explaining these things to people.

When I was an engineer at an automotive company, people usually assumed I did engine/transmission stuff. Nope. It was the far more interesting field of weatherstrips and sealants/adhesives. When I explained that, people usually didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

When I tell people I take a figure drawing art class with burlesque dancers as the models, they assume I’m there for a cheap thrill, and not to improve my skills at drawing the human form…Ok it’s a little bit of a cheap thrill.

My older brother did a flute solo at our school when I was in 4th grade. After the performance, my teacher came up to me and said, “I always thought the flute was a wussy girls’ instrument until I saw your brother play tonight.” I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

:smack:

When people hear about where I work they either:

  1. Tell me how evil my copmany is and how they are a bane to technology everywhere
  2. Ask me if I have ever met the CSA or been to his house
  3. Say “Hey I know Jim, he works there do you know him” (as if there aren’t a few thousand people in the local area that work here)
  4. Tell me all about their computer problems.

Wow, I’m shocked people care so much about Ray Ozzie’s house. :slight_smile:

Yup. Or they ask me where I keep my red pen. (The sad part is, I usually will have one in my purse.)

When people hear I’m Korean, they immediately

  1. ask me if I like to eat dog.
  2. say “Oh, I love bulgogi” - I swear this is like the only Korean food I hear about, except for kimchii. Speaking of which -
  3. make some comment concerning kimchii.
  4. ask me if I’m from the North or the South.
  5. say, “Oh, I went to high school with a Korean dude/chick.”
  6. ask me what my “real” name is. :rolleyes:

I used to be a cytologist, but since it is an uncommon profession, most people thought I was saying “psychologist” or even worse “scientologist.” It would take me forever to explain to them that I was neither of those two things, but the resulting confused dialogue was often very entertaining. In the case of confusion over my being a psychologist, I’d wager that about 1/3 of the people asked me if I could get them any Effexor, Valium, etc…

The thing I found most confusing was the number of people who viewed my job as “gross.” I always thought people would respect trying to fight cancer, but I guess not.

That’s apparently a common problem in Northern California. Most of the archaeologists I know working in CRM firms are constantly being asked to do either geology work or biology work by their bosses, and some of them have worked at these firms for years.

LOL Well I didn’t want to bring down the wrath upon me by mentioning Bill, and I figured how many people know he’s not the CSA anymore anyway :). Then again I guess most people didn’t know his actual role was CSA.

When people hear Ima carny they ask are you a felon

Can someone translate this into English for me?

“When people hear I’m a carny (i.e., carnival worker), they ask ‘Are you a felon?’”

Huh, so he really did mean “carnival worker”. My apologies, haystack. Can’t say I’m too familiar with the carnie-felon connection, though.