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I've sent 52 pages back at my California client. Another 36 pages are upstairs with the figure material being reviewed by Galina, while I sit down here on page 20 of 81, going crazy and not feeling all that good.
The day started normally, with me opening the store and eventually getting home at noon to start on the last leg of The Nuclear Papers. At 2:15 I get a call to bring Styrofoam peanuts and paper. I get to the store and end up staying until 5 pm, processing packages, etc. I haven't had dinner, which is no big deal, but I am tired, which is.
Haven't I played this tune often enough before? I can't continue to do this too much longer. I was a pretty nasty person at the store, losing my temper over things such as illegible handwriting ("Is the zip code '84910' or '59478'?" I ask, knowing the customer is long gone), and I almost decked this one eejit who wanted to discuss the finer points of the (rumored?) upcoming rise in postal rates while a mob of customers waited in line behind him (what part of "I'm sorry, I don't set postal policy or rates" didn't he understand?).
On the one hand, I can safely say that I was needed at the store, but I feel supreme frustration when my translation efforts seem to be relegated to the back of the line, forcing me to work into the wee hours, especially when it is those efforts that keep our family and the store going! I understand we can't afford to blow off customers at the store, but I can't afford to blow off my clients, either (and I have a lot fewer clients than the store has customers).
I'm spinning my wheels, here. The longer I dwell on this, the later I'll go to sleep tonight.
Cheers...
The day started normally, with me opening the store and eventually getting home at noon to start on the last leg of The Nuclear Papers. At 2:15 I get a call to bring Styrofoam peanuts and paper. I get to the store and end up staying until 5 pm, processing packages, etc. I haven't had dinner, which is no big deal, but I am tired, which is.
Haven't I played this tune often enough before? I can't continue to do this too much longer. I was a pretty nasty person at the store, losing my temper over things such as illegible handwriting ("Is the zip code '84910' or '59478'?" I ask, knowing the customer is long gone), and I almost decked this one eejit who wanted to discuss the finer points of the (rumored?) upcoming rise in postal rates while a mob of customers waited in line behind him (what part of "I'm sorry, I don't set postal policy or rates" didn't he understand?).
On the one hand, I can safely say that I was needed at the store, but I feel supreme frustration when my translation efforts seem to be relegated to the back of the line, forcing me to work into the wee hours, especially when it is those efforts that keep our family and the store going! I understand we can't afford to blow off customers at the store, but I can't afford to blow off my clients, either (and I have a lot fewer clients than the store has customers).
I'm spinning my wheels, here. The longer I dwell on this, the later I'll go to sleep tonight.
Cheers...
