|I had a moment like this today, minus the broom and the pink shirt.|
My bad habits as a columnist have caught the attention of angry parents or administrators from time to time, and in turn, my publisher. I've been called into the little conference room at our office on a number of occasions, and each one has been thrilling in it's own right.
Once, we discussed my accidental reference to an administrator's coworkers as "cronies." Later, we talked about how my coverage needed to be more comprehensive. A few months later, I was informed of a different administrator's attempt to ban me from campus and have me arrested -- for which we threatened a lawsuit.
The top such incident came after a column critical of game day operations that resulted in an irate parent emailing the CEO of our company, suggesting that I be reigned back to simply reporting box scores and occasionally using words like 'slam dunk,' and ended by saying, "I merely ask that your publication NEVER pay him for anything ever again."
Needless to say, my publisher threatened to fire me if I wrote about the cheer team again.
Also needless to say, when he asked me to step into the conference room with him today, which is more than a year removed from our last private visit, I was convinced -- a little sarcastically -- that I was headed for joblessness.
I didn't get fired, I was given a raise.
Remember how I wrote a few weeks ago about clearing my head of earthly solutions and giving God room to work miracles?