The good, the bad, and the really neat dogs
It's been a jam-packed week. Two physics classes because the professor will be out for two weeks so we're doing our make-up classes ahead of time. The second session of Author's Boot Camp. Another class up in Oakland tomorrow--basically Fun with Resin.
That's the good.
The bad--no research trip to the airport. Instead, lots of time spent doing the work of other people, because they evidently don't believe they need to do it themselves.
Tech writers are the Rodney Dangerfield of the technical world--they get no respect. Apparently not even from engineers who are currently working as tech writers. Everything that makes a book look professional and actually communicate on a broader level than just what particular button is being pushed at a particular time (and ask me sometime about the Suck On and Blow Off buttons) is Piddly Shit (tm) to them, but it's the piddly shit that makes us look like amateurs and causes users to write us off. "Damned writers for the damned company can't even spell. Why should I trust anything else in the damned manual?"
Ahem. So that's what I've been doing. Somebody else's cleanup pass. A couple of somebodies, as a matter of fact. Deadlines, you know.
Back to good--the Shockmonster and I were walking back to the car after class today and saw three huge, sweet, beautiful, neatly groomed Bernese mountain dogs with very gracious owners. I got to say hi to all of them.
Well, off to bed. I have to catch the first BART out of Union City to make it to Oakland in time.
That's the good.
The bad--no research trip to the airport. Instead, lots of time spent doing the work of other people, because they evidently don't believe they need to do it themselves.
Tech writers are the Rodney Dangerfield of the technical world--they get no respect. Apparently not even from engineers who are currently working as tech writers. Everything that makes a book look professional and actually communicate on a broader level than just what particular button is being pushed at a particular time (and ask me sometime about the Suck On and Blow Off buttons) is Piddly Shit (tm) to them, but it's the piddly shit that makes us look like amateurs and causes users to write us off. "Damned writers for the damned company can't even spell. Why should I trust anything else in the damned manual?"
Ahem. So that's what I've been doing. Somebody else's cleanup pass. A couple of somebodies, as a matter of fact. Deadlines, you know.
Back to good--the Shockmonster and I were walking back to the car after class today and saw three huge, sweet, beautiful, neatly groomed Bernese mountain dogs with very gracious owners. I got to say hi to all of them.
Well, off to bed. I have to catch the first BART out of Union City to make it to Oakland in time.