I am gonna get my head examined...
Jun. 26th, 2001 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpThere must be some highly insecure corner of my psyche that tells me to overcommit when the gods send opportunities in my direction. I have (now) something like 9500 "source" (i.e., Russian) words to translate by Friday morning. Since Russian text has a tendency to "expand" when it goes into English (about 10% or so), that means I really have over 10,000 words to lay down on phosphor tomorrow and Thursday.
Hey! It's feast time!
Normally, this should not be a problem, except that there is that certain store that keeps competing with translation for my attention, and the fact that - any day, any hour now - Drew may be temporarily removed from the list of able-bodied workers, called to Shannon's side, leaving me in the lurch... and in the store.
I wasn't able to start today's urgent translation until nearly 3:30 pm. Drew came by around 3, but I had some paperwork left to do, so I did it and visited the bank on the way home. Unbelievably, I managed to translate almost 5000 words between 4 pm and a few minutes ago. (At that rate, the 10,000-plus words ought to fit in the two days I have left until Friday... but that assumes nothing happens to derail me. Gotta stop thinking about it... nothing I can do about it anyway.)
There are people who say such productivity cannot be achieved at all, or if it is achieved, then achieved only at the expense of quality, but I think I did a creditable job. After all, it's the kind of stuff I've been dealing with for the past five years...
I had been sitting here, thinking of starting the next item now and working for an hour or so, but that's probably Not A Good Idea. I'll need my rest and a sharp mind to deal with the next couple of days. It took just about all I had to fire up the e-mail, send in the job and then stop by here.
G'night, all.
Cheers...
Hey! It's feast time!
Normally, this should not be a problem, except that there is that certain store that keeps competing with translation for my attention, and the fact that - any day, any hour now - Drew may be temporarily removed from the list of able-bodied workers, called to Shannon's side, leaving me in the lurch... and in the store.
I wasn't able to start today's urgent translation until nearly 3:30 pm. Drew came by around 3, but I had some paperwork left to do, so I did it and visited the bank on the way home. Unbelievably, I managed to translate almost 5000 words between 4 pm and a few minutes ago. (At that rate, the 10,000-plus words ought to fit in the two days I have left until Friday... but that assumes nothing happens to derail me. Gotta stop thinking about it... nothing I can do about it anyway.)
There are people who say such productivity cannot be achieved at all, or if it is achieved, then achieved only at the expense of quality, but I think I did a creditable job. After all, it's the kind of stuff I've been dealing with for the past five years...
I had been sitting here, thinking of starting the next item now and working for an hour or so, but that's probably Not A Good Idea. I'll need my rest and a sharp mind to deal with the next couple of days. It took just about all I had to fire up the e-mail, send in the job and then stop by here.
G'night, all.
Cheers...
