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07 May 2003 @ 04:59 pm
like a prayer  
I've spent much of the day editing client copy for our web site. This is a manual process of reviewing text, making changes, creating documents, and setting them to go live online. The business end of our company would like to automate this process so that no one touches the client's text in any editorial or proofing capacity--even though this is our web site the text is appearing on, not the client's.

Every editor reading this just felt a chill go down her spine.

Today has been busy and annoying in turns. My manager and I just shake out heads at each other, baffled at the things we're being asked to do. At one point I had to get up and leave the building and get ice cream, because if I didn't, I was going to take a pair of scissors and hunt down some of these chuckleheads and stab them to death. And make paper dolls of their flesh!

Busy is better than not busy. I finally am getting back to the point, actually, of having too much to do, which always helps me focus on work. I like an overloaded plate, having a lot to balance so that things don't slide off. I wish I could retain my focus past five o'clock though. That's when the brain fog rolls in, regardless of how much I've had to eat, or how else I might feel. I can't focus any longer. I wish I could believe that I'm going to go home and write, but...yeahhhh.

Have pretty much stopped watching Charmed, by the way, which used to kill that first hour after I got home from work. They bumped too many eps and made a hash of continuity, and I got irritated. I thought about trying to catch up during the morning syndicated run, which was running a season or so behind and was unlikely to be pre-empted by basketball, but it seemed a lot of effort for a low return. Cole's sweaty, salmon-lipped charms were not enough to enslave me.

Diet Coke, plastic slinky, stomach ache, ennui.


 
 
 
Destinadestina on May 7th, 2003 06:56 pm (UTC)
Diet Coke, plastic slinky, stomach ache, ennui.

It's like poetry. The poetry of boredom, sliding forth in a most innocuous way. It makes me thirsty. *g*
calligrafiti on May 8th, 2003 05:55 am (UTC)
>The business end of our company would like to automate this process so that no one touches the client's text in any editorial or proofing capacity--even though this is our web site the text is appearing on, not the client's.

We do something like this at my job. We're a scientific publisher, and a day can make the difference between being the person who first published the Important New Research or just being one of the follow-up crew. So we put up pdfs of accepted articles within 24 hours of accepting them. Typos and all. Misspellings and all. Entire paragraphs being in the wrong chapter and all.

After a while you go kinda numb. Or maybe that's the scotch. . .
[Law]treacle_a on May 8th, 2003 12:37 pm (UTC)
Every editor reading this just felt a chill go down her spine.

Last week I was asked to base an entire advertising campaign around an innovative and catchy slogan one of our largest client's had come up with. Correction, not the clienthimself you understand, but his wife. Apparently she's an invaluable resource - "providing the common touch" as she does.

The slogan was "Life's A Beach!!" and the exclamation points are mandatory.

I ::heart:: working in advertising.