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?
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xoxo
Xlynn
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