Doing the "job-is-done" dance...

Of course, "done" but not checked.

But I have the rest of the evening for that!

Drew has closed the store, done tomorrow's report, and is stopping by for a beer (which he is bringing).

I feel like a character from a Damon Runyon story, but I can't figure out which one.

Cheers...

Done!

The BFA is sent and invoiced, and I have absolutely nothing to do for the next 9 hours or so.

Which is not to say I haven't got any jobs lined up. I've got an editing job due Monday, and work is dribbling in for another editing job due at the end of the month.

Tomorrow, though, is my day at the store. (And so is Saturday.)

I got to thinking, as I struggled through some of the terminology in the BFA, of how I started in this racket, a story I chronicled in December 2000. To tell the truth, this past week I went through the same growing pains as I did then, except for the fact that I was able to work faster, due mostly to the Internet.

It occurs to me, every once in a while, that if people of a suspicious bent were ever to analyze the pattern of the kinds of information I hit Google for on a regular basis when I research terminology - subjects that include oil field and aerospace technology, chemistry and biology, physical protection systems, and nuclear disarmament - an eyebrow or two might go up. There is nothing to be done about that, I suppose, except to keep good records regarding the dates of various assignments, in case anyone ever asks questions.

This assignment found me regularly hitting two online French dictionaries: one, a fairly lightweight site with good response time and the Canadian Grand dictionnaire terminologique, which is a pain in the butt to use.