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Well, it's been another one of those days where after all is said and done (almost), I feel I have accomplished nothing.
Then again, that's not quite true. I finished reviewing one translation and sent it off, and later send the invoice for it. I wrote another translation and invoiced it and four other documents for the same client translated over the past several days. And to top things off, I translated yet another document that arrived in the middle of the afternoon from a client that sends me shorties about twice a year. So, I suppose that professionally, the day was fairly productive, but still...
By the time I got up this morning, the neighbor down the road had already plowed our driveway. To keep the job from going to waste, as it were, I drove down to the store around 2 pm, faxed my invoices, wrote some checks, and then came back home. Reports vary, but I estimate - based on the snow on the front steps - that we got around 6 inches up to this morning. More is promised for tonight. We'll see.
In any event, it's apparent that the day has been productive; so I guess it just hasn't felt productive. I might add that Galina not being here, as well as one customer's idiotic rants and e-mailed threats to subpoena us, our accountant, and all of our records if we don't provide him with duplicate receipts for three transactions he can't pinpoint any more exactly as "between July and September" of last year has doubtless contributed to my overall malaise.
(With regard to the last item, I must declare that I am pleased that I did not set down and e-mail the thoughts that initially occurred to me regarding said customer upon initially reading his abusive message. Over the years, I have become quite adept at the art of "flaming," but those same years have taught me that such exhibitions impress none but the flamer. Thus, I've been leaving idiots largely to themselves, as their education is not in my job description, and karma is where you find it. ... Can you tell I just lit off the flamethrower in that last sentence? :^)
I think I'll go upstairs and see if there's anything on the tube. That, or try to put a dent in a copy of Plutarch's Lives that I dug up yesterday.
Cheers...
Then again, that's not quite true. I finished reviewing one translation and sent it off, and later send the invoice for it. I wrote another translation and invoiced it and four other documents for the same client translated over the past several days. And to top things off, I translated yet another document that arrived in the middle of the afternoon from a client that sends me shorties about twice a year. So, I suppose that professionally, the day was fairly productive, but still...
By the time I got up this morning, the neighbor down the road had already plowed our driveway. To keep the job from going to waste, as it were, I drove down to the store around 2 pm, faxed my invoices, wrote some checks, and then came back home. Reports vary, but I estimate - based on the snow on the front steps - that we got around 6 inches up to this morning. More is promised for tonight. We'll see.
In any event, it's apparent that the day has been productive; so I guess it just hasn't felt productive. I might add that Galina not being here, as well as one customer's idiotic rants and e-mailed threats to subpoena us, our accountant, and all of our records if we don't provide him with duplicate receipts for three transactions he can't pinpoint any more exactly as "between July and September" of last year has doubtless contributed to my overall malaise.
(With regard to the last item, I must declare that I am pleased that I did not set down and e-mail the thoughts that initially occurred to me regarding said customer upon initially reading his abusive message. Over the years, I have become quite adept at the art of "flaming," but those same years have taught me that such exhibitions impress none but the flamer. Thus, I've been leaving idiots largely to themselves, as their education is not in my job description, and karma is where you find it. ... Can you tell I just lit off the flamethrower in that last sentence? :^)
I think I'll go upstairs and see if there's anything on the tube. That, or try to put a dent in a copy of Plutarch's Lives that I dug up yesterday.
Cheers...
