Then there are the days when all the reviews are bad. But bad in different ways.
The photo editor, younger than my children, had I had any, who said, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can tell you, and no one I know who I can send you to. Your reel is really amazing, however. But the pages in your book should be glossy, not matte. The tattoo-covered photo editor who was actually the nicest person of the day, but with no names he could give me, said “I'd be a good fit for the magazine, if we had anything,” as a less than encouraging goodbye. The art buyer who kept saying, heavy, dark, heavy, tonally wrong, this looks stocky, too interspersed, no story. Who thought the clips in the reel were great but had no focus overall. She was probably the most important review of the day (maybe the week) for the impact it could have on my presentation, but it was really painful to go through.
It's late morning, my reviews are done for the day. It's almost 20 degrees cooler today. I'm leaving town to go find some desert to hike around in.