Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, July 11, 2003
I just discovered what my occupational hazard is. It's realizing you committed a mistake but you can’t correct it because the boss already ordered to begin the press.
I swear, when I saw that awful, awful sentence, I wanted to throw myself out of the building. It was a good thing that it was a just a minor article, and a press release at that.
I am crossing my fingers in the hopes that no one else will notice. I wish all the people who will read it tomorrow will still be sleepy or too disgusted with their breakfast to even glimpse at that small corner in the paper.
***
I have a better appreciation of the printed word now more than ever. I swear… I never thought that a single article could pass through the hands of at least three people in one day. Tapos… me mga tangang katulad ko… Huhuhuhu
***
Day Two status: Job is nerve-racking, has a potential of giving me a hard attack, will probably drive me crazy after two months, and I reckon I’ll screw up every other day. But I like the environment. Almost everyone went out of their way to give me a helping hand. Plus they’re all funny. I genuinely like them.
***
Day one at the job and I had nothing to do. A workmate handed me the stylebook to familiarize myself with whatever it is that I need to familiarize with. Minutes later, a man in his late fifties approached me and tapped me in the shoulder.
He said, “Welcome to our Paper. I’m the janitor, I clean the office everyday. I hope that you enjoy your stay here.”
Then he left. My seatmate nudged me and said, “That was the author of the book that you’re holding.”
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home