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alexpgpIt's been that kind of day.
The proofreading job is gone and invoiced. A short, over-the-transom item has been received, translated, and sent, and will be invoiced later.
I managed to knock off just over 4000 words today from the geology assignment. When added to the 400 or so from late last night, today's bag puts me within 1500 words of finishing the job.
This, even with a two-hour nap-that-definitely-felt-like-sleep that ended at 3 pm, as I really didn't get enough rest during last night's somnolescence session. (There seems to be a recurring theme in this journal - an echo, almost - about sleep, methinks, have you noticed?)
In a variation on a theme, I caught myself typ[o]ing "Power Permian" instead of "Lower Permian" in the middle of a convoluted sentence about the makeup of some stratum a couple of kilometers under the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the vicinity of something called the "Sorokin swell." The spell check would never have found that one, I'm sure.
* * * I found out today that an appraiser will be by tomorrow to look at the house. This made getting far enough along in the item due tomorrow that much more important, as the visit means I really should devote some time to making the place look less like a dump. (I'll merely write three words, so that you get the idea: dishes, garbage, laundry.)
* * * I got around to checking out the ol' cash flow a couple of days ago and noticed I was missing two checks from a client whose payment pattern ordinarily is only slightly less regular than the NIST atomic clock in Boulder. Naturally, I started with the assumption - that word, again - that the checks were here somewhere,... which is a pretty frightening assumption to make, actually.
I ransacked the joint, as best I could. I even turned the store upside down, after a fashion. After finding no joy on all available fronts I decided to call the client today and find out at least what days the checks were sent, secretly hoping that, maybe, they hadn't. As it turns out, neither invoice had made it to accounting. An email with the missing invoices attached was dispatched with... well, um... dispatch.
I've been told a check has been cut for the amount owed and sent today.
* * * PSA: If you like spring colors, check out the photos posted by LJ friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bekar. I may be unduly affected by the near-total lack of color around this neck of the woods (heck, without the dull grays and browns, we'd really be in a bad bind, color-wise), but I find his photographs to be a refreshing breath of the World Out There™, beyond the high desert, where the blossoms bloom and grow.
Cheers...
The proofreading job is gone and invoiced. A short, over-the-transom item has been received, translated, and sent, and will be invoiced later.
I managed to knock off just over 4000 words today from the geology assignment. When added to the 400 or so from late last night, today's bag puts me within 1500 words of finishing the job.
This, even with a two-hour nap-that-definitely-felt-like-sleep that ended at 3 pm, as I really didn't get enough rest during last night's somnolescence session. (There seems to be a recurring theme in this journal - an echo, almost - about sleep, methinks, have you noticed?)
In a variation on a theme, I caught myself typ[o]ing "Power Permian" instead of "Lower Permian" in the middle of a convoluted sentence about the makeup of some stratum a couple of kilometers under the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the vicinity of something called the "Sorokin swell." The spell check would never have found that one, I'm sure.
I ransacked the joint, as best I could. I even turned the store upside down, after a fashion. After finding no joy on all available fronts I decided to call the client today and find out at least what days the checks were sent, secretly hoping that, maybe, they hadn't. As it turns out, neither invoice had made it to accounting. An email with the missing invoices attached was dispatched with... well, um... dispatch.
I've been told a check has been cut for the amount owed and sent today.
bekar. I may be unduly affected by the near-total lack of color around this neck of the woods (heck, without the dull grays and browns, we'd really be in a bad bind, color-wise), but I find his photographs to be a refreshing breath of the World Out There™, beyond the high desert, where the blossoms bloom and grow.Cheers...
