Thursday, April 06, 2006
I hate my job, I hate my job ...
So I haven't been able to get "I Love My Shirt" by Donovan (only replacing said lyrics with "I hate my job") out of my head for most of the morning. Yup. It's true. Every day, I learn to hate this job more and more, especially when I feel worthless and wonder why the hell I was even hired if our main creative client wants their copy to be grammatically incorrect. Seriously. You know, if I were a business, and I was advertising to other businesses, trying to get the attention of their CEOs and other very important decision-making people, I'd want the copy to be, you know, grammatically correct, so they'd look at the copy and think, "Geez, these are some smart people. I want to do business with them." But maybe that's just me. Gah. All I know is that I've complained, I've spent time putting together documents of their grammaticaly inaccuracies (as per the request of my dept VP), and nothing has been done. I don't know how much more I can complain to deaf ears. And I know account services hates me for asking so many questions and making them call their irrate clients, which is their fucking job. And then they and everyone else makes me feel bad. And then I get back shit that I spent an hour proofing only to be told the client wants it all wrong, which makes me feel worthless. I've even had to go outside and cry a couple of times ... and that's just in the past two weeks. I just really can't handle it anymore. So if anyone out there knows of any proofreading/editing jobs out there, let me know.
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2 comments:
I'll kick their ignorant asses for making the Mando show emotion (outside of the caustic embitterment I've grown to know and love).
don't worry, mando. the legislature will hire soon enough. well, not as soon as you like but sooner than never.
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