Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : WO mistakes RK
It’s no secret that I’ve made more mistakes in the past 2 weeks than in the past 2 years.
Of course, if I could remember past yesterday, I might reconsider that statement.
This is a summation of what my short-term (and only) memory is telling me:
Or, possibly, it’s more like this:
Either way, nothing is going in and what comes out isn’t quite right.
How’s work been going this week? (You might ask). Here’s a clue
Unfortunately, I have a work ethic that’s on steroids
First of all, I don’t want to go anywhere else. I love what I do — when I do it right. It’s not like I can go elsewhere to get a job. Who in their right mind (other than social services) wants to hire an anal retentive dyslexic paper pusher who has an editing disability?
This has happened to me twice in the last 10 days:
Yes, they found me and tried to give me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. This is what I have to say about grammar Nazi’s:
It’s not like I’m going to get rich by blogging, whether my editing is perfect or not. That, to put it bluntly, is a big BWAhahaha.
Said no one EVER.
My marketing skills are on par with a legless, blind monkey trying to run an obstacle course.
If I had any math skills at all, I’d imagine that about 1/1,000,000,000th of world’s population reads my blog.
The day I’m internet famous is the same day there are only 100,000 people left on Earth and I’m the only writer in existence.
If you beg to differ:
I’ve driven my sister, the editor, half crazy trying to teach me how to read editorial squiggles. She finally gave up before I could drive her entirely crazy. Last I heard, she’s better now.
Ooooh…did I actually admit that?
I stopped pushing my sister to help me edit my books for one reason
My BAID (My, but alas I digress). Back to work
I did this, too — or maybe it was the cat. Anyway, I was redeemed only by my anal retentive penchant for saving every document in 3 places.
I suppose I could think of it this way
If that’s true, by next week I’ll be a rocket scientist.