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I don't know if that makes sense, but there it is.
The day started, as most Fridays do, with a visit to the Lodge to attend the ham breakfast, where I hyped Skype and showed an edited version of my Baikonur video. Then I stopped by the store for about an hour, spending most of my time translating a short e-mail for a client.
Then it was back home, where all eyes were glued to the Weather Channel. Galina had made noise about leaving for Texas sometime soon, but there's a lot of weather (in the form of millions and millions of small flakes of ice water) moving into our area. If the Weather Channel is to be trusted, Sunday or Monday will be the best days for long-distance travel to the Lone Star state.
I am becoming increasingly frustrated with our bookkeeper. My main peeve is the failure to ask questions when certain facts don't jive with reality, even if I am a difficult sumofthebits to deal with in terms of attention span. I say this after looking at her numbers for the store's W-2 forms. Truly, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Let me change the subject.
The mystery of the high-spit-shine editing job has been partially revealed. It turns out the decision to transate the documents was not under my client's control (which is why they were translated in Russia by a native Russian speaker). My client, however, does want the editor - that's li'l ol' me - to fix anything that needs fixing, hence the high-spit-shine cheerleading.
Unfortunately, my speed at editing legal/tax/legislative text done by a non-native speaker is nowhere near my speed at editing aerospace or petrochemical stuff. Fortunately, the work was not done by an adherent of the "let-me-run-it-through-my-MT-program" school of translation; it's readable, but obviously done by someone whose native language is not American (or even British) English.
So far, I've done a pitifully small amount of the job - 3 of 10 documents - and spent entirely too much time on what I've done (probably way past what I can invoice). Then again, I have the weekend to do the rest (although some store-related paper-chasing activity is also looming).
All of this is trumped by a very vexing question: what the heck are we going to do for dinner?
Cheers...
The day started, as most Fridays do, with a visit to the Lodge to attend the ham breakfast, where I hyped Skype and showed an edited version of my Baikonur video. Then I stopped by the store for about an hour, spending most of my time translating a short e-mail for a client.
Then it was back home, where all eyes were glued to the Weather Channel. Galina had made noise about leaving for Texas sometime soon, but there's a lot of weather (in the form of millions and millions of small flakes of ice water) moving into our area. If the Weather Channel is to be trusted, Sunday or Monday will be the best days for long-distance travel to the Lone Star state.
I am becoming increasingly frustrated with our bookkeeper. My main peeve is the failure to ask questions when certain facts don't jive with reality, even if I am a difficult sumofthebits to deal with in terms of attention span. I say this after looking at her numbers for the store's W-2 forms. Truly, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Let me change the subject.
The mystery of the high-spit-shine editing job has been partially revealed. It turns out the decision to transate the documents was not under my client's control (which is why they were translated in Russia by a native Russian speaker). My client, however, does want the editor - that's li'l ol' me - to fix anything that needs fixing, hence the high-spit-shine cheerleading.
Unfortunately, my speed at editing legal/tax/legislative text done by a non-native speaker is nowhere near my speed at editing aerospace or petrochemical stuff. Fortunately, the work was not done by an adherent of the "let-me-run-it-through-my-MT-program" school of translation; it's readable, but obviously done by someone whose native language is not American (or even British) English.
So far, I've done a pitifully small amount of the job - 3 of 10 documents - and spent entirely too much time on what I've done (probably way past what I can invoice). Then again, I have the weekend to do the rest (although some store-related paper-chasing activity is also looming).
All of this is trumped by a very vexing question: what the heck are we going to do for dinner?
Cheers...
