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A minute to reflect on how good I am at my job

[Alternate titles for this post include, Time to Toot My Own Horn, or Daily Affirmations With TallGirl]

I've written before about how much I like my job (see here) and how I fear for my job (see here). And I've bitched and moaned about my job (see here). This was an especially challenging week, filled with unclear project parameters, multiple do-overs, un-budging authors, and tight deadlines. But today I received some affirmation that, dammit, I'm good at what I do.

An author team with whom I'm currently working sent me the acknowledgments page (finally) for their book. They said thank you to pretty much everyone they've ever worked with, and everyone who's ever touched their manuscript. But the final paragraph made me especially smiley -- and even a tiny bit teary:


An enormous thank you to our editor, [TallGirl]. We’re suddenly at a loss for words to express our gratitude for all of your support throughout this project. Your calm and positive attitude kept us from “stressing out” many times over. You constantly pushed us to make our book better, while always respecting our opinions and ideas. You are insightful, smart, and creative. It’s amazing to us that you seem to know our book as well as we do. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Ahhh, nice. I needed that.

These book projects really are a labor of love. I spend months -- in this case, over a year! -- working with authors, pushing and pulling, poking and prodding, begging and pleading, massaging egos and coaxing compromises to get these books as close to perfect as possible. So today, especially, at the end of a week that made me want to pack it in, it's really wonderful to know I'm appreciated.

I'm good enough, smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me!

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  1. go, tori! always nice to get a word of praise, and here you got a whole paragraph - way to get those accolades!

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  2. Way to go T! What a great Thank You from the authors! *high five*

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