Journalist, interrupted
Straight out of college, I moved to Florida and started my career as a journalist working for city magazines. My dream was to right wrongs, shine lights, and help fight corruption. But after a few years, it was clear there wasn’t an appetite for that where I was living. So I quit my day job and worked in sales for a bit. Soon, a friend who worked in the commercial printing business invited me to his enormous warehouse. He showed me practically endless stacks of brochures and other collateral.
“See all this stuff?” he asked with a smirk. “People write it. They’re called copywriters.”