Today is not like any other Thursday because today marks my second year of employment with JKIEC. *Blows cake, pops champagne cork*
Yes, I landed this job of editing/correcting write-ups from our non-native-English- speaking clients on that fateful day of November 11th, two years ago. There are days when I like my job. High pay, good location (my work is near my house, so I get to save on gas!), considerate bosses (on some occassions, yes). And, as a bonus, I get to poke fun at my clients’ English. Hee. (oh c’mon Jess, don’t be so full of yourself! Remember when you were asked to take that grammar refresher test, and you spent a good 10 minutes debating with yourself whether it’s “desert” or “dessert” that refers to “that sweet course at the end of a meal.” You’re not so good yourself! True, but in my defense, I very well knew the difference between “desert” and “dessert” before I took this job! Which now leads me to my next point). Most of the time, however, I can’t stand what I do. For one, it’s a sedentary job. Never in my life have I experienced severe back pains until I started hunching over the computer for hours, five and a half times a week. It was that painful, I actually had to go see a doctor. And also, my job basically is to find faults and be critical, which eventually turned into a habit and I now apply to my own writing. Yes, I edit myself; I am my own client especially whenever I blog. Can you imagine how silly that is? And you know how they say too much of anything can kill you? What I have at work is too much exposure to wrong English. Another year with this job, I swear, “deserts vs. desserts” is not all I’m getting. So to all my Facebook or Twitter buddies, all my dyslexic and malapropistic statutes and twits are now justified! And I could go on and on forever, but the clock’s striking 6 very soon, and I gotta powder my nose before I leave the office! I want to look good as I go out there and embrace my freedom!
For someone who’s got issues with her attention span, 2 years is quite a milestone. C’mon, you don’t have to! *gestures for the audience to sit back down*