Why you need a thick skin to be a journalist
A friend of mine once asked his seven-year-old son what he wants to be when he grows up. The boy did not think twice about it and said, “I want to be a garbage collector!” “Why, of all careers?” a visibly thwarted father asked. “Well, they only work on Wednesdays,” he reasoned. This was just because they only came to collect garbage at his home on Wednesdays, he thought, they worked once a week.