Those of you who’ve been following my blog know that I periodically have the need for a good “old-fashioned” rant. It’s kind of therapeutic. And I like to think that perhaps I voice some of the same frustrations that you experience. So hang on to your hat, here’s my latest!
I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t love the idea of a personal history, that is, until they find out how much it costs. Then I usually get looks of incredulity, shock, or disapproval. This is often followed by something like, “I’ll have to think about this and get back to you” or “I’m afraid that’s much more than we had planned”. In any respect, I usually never hear from them again. Now I don’t charge outrageous fees. For the most part, they fall within the range charged by other personal historians.
Why is it that as a professional I’m expected to work for “sweat shop” wages? No one for a minute would challenge the rates charged for legal or financial services. And the same people who question my fees think nothing of spending thousands of dollars on renovating their kitchen or bathroom. What gives?
There was a time I used to cringe inwardly when the conversation with a potential client turned to money. Not any more! I know that I bring years of hard-earned experience to the table. I’ve won significant awards attesting to the quality of my work and I have many satisfied clients.
Now, when it’s time to quote costs, I hold my head high. I look people in the eye and give it to them straight. No tugging at my forelock. No eyes cast downward. No stammering. And if they don’t like it, too bad. They can get cousin Harold to do the work. I’m sure he has a little digital video camera and won’t charge a cent!
Thank you and have a nice day.
Photo by Patrick Hoesly
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