Yesterday I was advised, or should I write given a verbal bitch slap, to control my potty mouth in meetings. Mind you I know this but, again — mind you, it’s all adults and closed doors. So I dropped the F bomb a couple times and got called on it. It’s unprofessional. I know this. Don’t point to the obvious.
It stings. I’ve never been reprimanded my entire career. Never. They’re right of course; I no longer wield the type of power my former career position held. Nor am I in an industry office environment where the F bomb is well-suited. I’ll contrast that by suggesting you visit any ad agency creative department before the big presentation to hear communications from the front line of “NEED IT NOW!!!”
So. Okay. Fine. I’ve been told. Warned? I’m stewing and simmering with anger. But I can change my ways. That I do know. And they’re not going to like that much either. I know that too.