A while back ago, when I first entered the world of television design, I got my first blush of "being recognized."
Or so I thought...
I don't remember exactly where I was, but I do remember I was standing in line for coffee. No surprise there.
This is how it went down:
Woman (behind me to her husband): "Honey look, it's that guy!"
Husband: "What guy?"
Woman: "You know! I don't remember his name." To me: "Excuse me..."
Me (a bit surprised and flattered that someone recognized me for my work): "Yes?"
Woman: "I don't mean to bother you, but you're..."
Me: "Yes..."
Woman: "...that guy that sold us our sofa awhile back ago. We still love it! You were right. What have you been up to? We haven't seen you at the store in ages!"
I didn't have the courage to tell her what I was really doing, doing design on TV, because it almost seemed like she would be disappointed. I said I was working with my own design firm, which was true but only half of the story.
As our exchange ended and I walked away with coffee in hand, I felt an odd sense of relief and pride that I was remembered because of my sofa knowledge. It felt real and tangible.
At the end of the day, I'm still "That Guy." But now, I'm also that chair guy, that coffee table guy, that rug guy, etc... and I'm pretty happy with that guy. -angelo
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