One of those good news—bad news kind of days...

The good news is that the flood of work that threatened to overwhelm my weekend is about 2/3 done. I might have enough time to have the kids over for dinner tomorrow and to clean the place up enough for prospective renters to look at it on Monday.

The bad news is that the flood of work that threatened to overwhelm my weekend is about 2/3 done. I may even have more than enough time for all the non-work things things that need to get done.

Then again, if I take a look at the entire scope of things that need doing—a sample translation, invoices, and another chunk of the 15,000-word book I'm translating on arr—,maybe it's not all that bad a thing to have a little buffer.

And as it turns out, there's nothing I really need in Durango.

Cheers...

Me spoketh too soon...

Apparently, the third leg of this weekend's work, involving the incorporation of revisions that include about 10 pages of new material, was compiled—and I shall speak charitably here—using some other version of the document than the one I possess as the baseline for making revisions.

In fact, the document I'm to work with gives every indication of having been massively rewritten and reorganized before it occurred to anyone to start keeping track of revisions (although it doesn't really explain how a figure number can be shown as new text without showing an old number as deleted text).

But I'm sure I'm mistaken.

I mean, what kind of scrofulous, misbegotten, and mentally imbalanced offspring of what shallow-end-of-the-gene-pool biological blob, what anonymous evolutionary dead-end do you have to be to produce this kind of "revision" (whose signal is indistinguishable from noise) and still be capable of breathing without an instruction manual, not to mention stay employed?

Grrr.

Of course, I shall complete this job, because there are no rules out there requiring translators to treat their word processing programs with humaneness, decency, or respect. And when the job is done, I shall take a long, luxuriant shower and try to wash the stink of this document from my hide, and then go memorize several hundred random digits so as to bring my mind back from the abyss.

Goram revision mode.

Cheers...