Dad Keeps It Real

My brother, who works as an interior designer and project manager at a design firm, recently got his first set of business cards. To show them off, he sent some copies to mom and dad. This was their conversation.

Dad: This looks good! But how come it doesn't list your title? Is this fake?

Bro: No, dad. It's real.

Dad: How do we know your job isn't just to sweep the floors?

Bro: It's a very small office. No one sweeps the floor.

Dad: Maybe the secretary does.

Bro: The secretary doesn't have business cards.

Glad to know Dad maintains high expectations for us.

My Mom, the Pep-Talker

Giving my mom an update on how my meeting went:

Mom: So was your meeting good?

Me: Yeah! I learned so much about how the association is run. And I'm meeting a lot of really cool people. Actually, it's kind of weird-- I'm the only assistant professor of the group. Everyone else is tenured and is already well-known in their field. I'm not sure I belong there.

Mom: Then how did you get on the board?

Me: Well, a friend nominated me, and then people actually voted for me, I guess!

Mom: Who voted for you?

Me: I don't know. It's anonymous.

Mom: It's good that people voted for you!

Me: Yeah, it is! I guess people are actually recognizing me somehow.

Mom: Are you sure they didn't make a mistake?

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