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My latest supervisor at work (I've been passed along to the Literary Dept for the week) is neurotic. She so obviously doesn't trust me at all. Everything I do, she makes me double- and triple-check (because I've obviously made a mistake somewhere), and when I'm done verifying the correctness of my own work, she takes it and checks it all personally. And I'm not talking about me writing an article or something, where the need for absolute precision is understandable. No, I've spent three hours transcribing magazine blurbs from 30 literary organizations about upcoming events. So double- and triple-checking entails going through this stack of papers and comparing every little word. And look, when I transcribe this stuff, I'm careful. I mean, really fucking careful. It's a slow, tedious process, with little scraps of information that I have to triple-check as I'm copying them anyway, because I want to get it right the first time.

I know my grammar. I know my spelling. I know how to copy text that's right in front of me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she were, y'know, polite and friendly about it ("we really need to be careful," etc), but she operates on the assumption that I'm doing it wrong, and that annoys the hell out of me. Yes, I'm young, but I'm competent, for fuck's sake!

*grimaces and starts triple-checking every. fucking. blurb*

...and in other news...

Happy Birthday, aelane! *sends happy dombilleh thoughts your way*