a bitch and a sigh
First the bitch:
I hate editors who don't know how to edit. I hate that someone can be the editor of a nationally syndicated magazine and not know to re-read their copy before it goes out. I hate that their bad editing (read: removing text, without rechecking the grammar) has made me look like a bad writer. To top it off, whoever decided to rephrase an entire paragraph of what I wrote needs a slap accross the face, because it is not what I wrote, nor is it what happened. It may not be important to the reader, but it is important to me.
I shouldn't trust people to translate stuff accurately, especially when it is as important as my first published article in a nationally syndicated magazine. (Or more to the point, when they have left it to the last possible night to do it). I think that I may have had my "big chance" blown by a weak translation and a terrible edit. The translation is littered with mistakes so bad that they are actually lies. I want to show the article to my Japanese Mum (whom the article is about) but one of the most important parts of the article was translated completely wrong. Instead of translating Ovarian Cancer directly into Japanese, the person used the phrase 筋腫 きんしゅ kinshu, a benign miyoma of the uterus. Not what she had at all. Her cancer was aggressive, malignent and almost deadly. She had both of her ovaries removed and is still suffering through major chemotherapy. To say that she had a benign miyoma is like saying that Franklin Roosevelt had a slight problem with his legs.
God, I feel like punching a small child in the face.
Now the sigh:
I have decided that I am going to work at Robert Walters. I start on the 2nd of July, and I will officially give my notice on Wednesday, eventhough almost all of the teachers know that I am leaving, it still has to be official.
To be honest I will miss parts of the job and the people I have become friends with, but I won't miss a few of the teachers, and I definitely won't miss 田舎生活 (rural life).
It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. But, if the dream I was in the middle of, when my alarm went off, is anything to go by, the weight that was relieved by making this has been replaced by more anxiety.
I hate editors who don't know how to edit. I hate that someone can be the editor of a nationally syndicated magazine and not know to re-read their copy before it goes out. I hate that their bad editing (read: removing text, without rechecking the grammar) has made me look like a bad writer. To top it off, whoever decided to rephrase an entire paragraph of what I wrote needs a slap accross the face, because it is not what I wrote, nor is it what happened. It may not be important to the reader, but it is important to me.
I shouldn't trust people to translate stuff accurately, especially when it is as important as my first published article in a nationally syndicated magazine. (Or more to the point, when they have left it to the last possible night to do it). I think that I may have had my "big chance" blown by a weak translation and a terrible edit. The translation is littered with mistakes so bad that they are actually lies. I want to show the article to my Japanese Mum (whom the article is about) but one of the most important parts of the article was translated completely wrong. Instead of translating Ovarian Cancer directly into Japanese, the person used the phrase 筋腫 きんしゅ kinshu, a benign miyoma of the uterus. Not what she had at all. Her cancer was aggressive, malignent and almost deadly. She had both of her ovaries removed and is still suffering through major chemotherapy. To say that she had a benign miyoma is like saying that Franklin Roosevelt had a slight problem with his legs.
God, I feel like punching a small child in the face.
Now the sigh:
I have decided that I am going to work at Robert Walters. I start on the 2nd of July, and I will officially give my notice on Wednesday, eventhough almost all of the teachers know that I am leaving, it still has to be official.
To be honest I will miss parts of the job and the people I have become friends with, but I won't miss a few of the teachers, and I definitely won't miss 田舎生活 (rural life).
It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. But, if the dream I was in the middle of, when my alarm went off, is anything to go by, the weight that was relieved by making this has been replaced by more anxiety.