In the spectrum of small-talk, there is nothing I dread more than, “What do you do?”
Firstly, this question (incorrectly) implies something about your job. What do I do? Oh, I eat and sleep and sometimes I check to see if there is anything living inside my mailbox! Oh, I also do pushups and draw pictures of monsters with mushrooms growing on their scaly hides (seriously).
Secondly, it always seems to require a long winded explanation that I don’t want to give, and no one wants to hear. My job isn’t as simple as, “I make tacos in the food court at the mall” or “I sell bird seed at the zoo;” it gives almost no context clues as both of the words that make up my title are misleading.
It’s not that I don’t like my job, or am ashamed of it. I am a technical writer. It’s either more or less complicated than it sounds. I write lots of things, some far more abstract and odd than one might expect from a writer who just so happens to also be technical.
I’m responsible for document formatting, multiple author voice consolidation, training documentation, oral and written presentations, and general copyediting. I’m also responsible for writing (or mutilating until it works) various types of code: VBA, Javascript, HTML and CSS. At times, I’m also the visualization monkey: responsible for flowcharts, server/database diagrams, organizational charts, procedural swim lane diagrams, and humorous decision charts that involve tasteless, “colorful” descriptions of local restaurants.
It’s arguable that some of what I do isn’t even writing, not by the classical definition at least. But when you’re using a keyboard to write words, sentences, paragraphs, and ideas – regardless of format – isn’t that writing? Some (me) might even call it an sub-art; a painting brought to life in Visio, Excel, and PowerPoint. Others might think I’m insane. I would love if Mark Z. Danielewski would chime in right about now.
At times, it’s more technical than writing. I’ll spend more than half my day reviewing a program or test case for consistency and errors. Other times it’s more writing than technical. Processes have to be written, reviewed, and edited, and training materials have to be worked over thoroughly to remove coma-inducing elements. Every once in a very rare while, I even get tasked to write something creative or clever!
So when someone asks me what I do, I very briefly and uncharacteristically flounder. Do I say I’m a writer, or do I say I’m a tech guy? Do I deal with the queries of what I’ve published, or the queries about fixing someone’s computer? Do I face the embarrassment and rigmarole of explaining why I don’t have a best-seller, or risk someone coaxing me over to fix their virus riddled porn-box? Being so awesomely multi-faced is confusing and exhausting.
But because I am a (technical)writer, and writers by their nature are odd and verbose, I cannot resist the urge to explain what I do. I try my best to use one and two syllable words, never straying far from my trustworthy and hackneyed “computers are like…” analogies.
It’s amazing how often you can relate computer systems to a car, a neighborhood, a house, a family, a country, human organs, or a flock of birds. I once explained a network diagram I was working on as a “chivalric fiefdom.” Even I’m not sure what I meant, but the person asking seemed to understand (or was sufficiently confused to decide that walking away was a good idea).
Eventually, people either tire of my explanation, or they gather enough information to signal they’ve had enough. I have yet to make anyone spontaneously fall unconscious or stagger back begging for respite, but I’ve got time, I’m still young. It’s a life goal.
I often wonder if other people dread being asked the “what do you!?” question, or if it’s my overanalyzed reaction to what is just a way to avoid an awkward silence.
I feel for you. Try explaining “I am a collections care technician in the conservation division of the Library of Congress” in fewer than five sentences. People’s eyes usually glaze over before I can even get through a cursory answer to “What does that mean?”
Worry not, though, for you are as fascinating and charming as your job is complicated, and people never bore of talking to you. Also, you are bound for bigger, better… clearer… things. In time you will be able to answer more succinctly, “I am a novelist.” (Saying “I am a famous and talented novelist” will seem like overkill to one so successful as yourself.)