christ. (fml)

Apr 03, 2009 13:24

Jesus.
H.
Tap.
Dancing.
Christ.
Superstar.

What the french toast have I gotten myself into?

I thought I was accepting a freelance job with one of the regulars from work. Just someone to edit, she said. I went into it knowing that it was for a business plan.

So when she shows me all these facts and figures and research and templates, I have no clue what to do. I was operating with the understanding that she had all the information and research, and I was just proofreading, formatting, streamlining. By the end of our first meeting today, I was slightly brain fried, suicidal, and ruing the day I was gifted with any sort of capacity for language. I am a less glamorous copy editor by trade, so giving me facts and figures and attempting to ascertain meanings of business jargon is absolutely bananas to me. I'll do what I can without killing myself, I guess, and leave the rest up to God.

So. Much. Stress.

Wanna drink with me?

F
M
L

xoxo
Xlynn

fml

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