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Work work work whohooo!
Nov. 14th, 2006 04:37 pmJust had a phone call. The job offer is in the mail. Whooohooo! *fends off sudden bout of self-doubt* My future boss said they are hiring me for my language skills.
Unless there are some nasty surprises in my contract I shall start work on 4th December. I'll work 15 hours a week - afternoons unfortunately. Which means the kids will have to get used to doing their homework without my supervision.
The job entails extracting info from catalogue texts and typing them into a database. Complicated, they told me. But it won't require me to be creative, which is good, because it will be nice to have a job that you can turn off at the end of your shift.
Tomorrow I have to hand in the big fat translation-of-doom. I am almost done (or at least the first draft is), but my co-worker just dumped a few more pages in my lap, just when I'd arrived at the last page. Oh well, she's writing her master thesis, has to hand it in on Tuesday. If I were her, I'd have had three point four nervous breakdowns already. Incidentally, the English text we're translating into German was written by non-native speakers; it is riddled with weird grammar, devoid of punctuation and often just incomprehensible. Joy!
Oh, and tomorrow I teach my Creative Writing Class. Have I prepared tomorrow's handouts? Nope.
*headdesk*
Unless there are some nasty surprises in my contract I shall start work on 4th December. I'll work 15 hours a week - afternoons unfortunately. Which means the kids will have to get used to doing their homework without my supervision.
The job entails extracting info from catalogue texts and typing them into a database. Complicated, they told me. But it won't require me to be creative, which is good, because it will be nice to have a job that you can turn off at the end of your shift.
Tomorrow I have to hand in the big fat translation-of-doom. I am almost done (or at least the first draft is), but my co-worker just dumped a few more pages in my lap, just when I'd arrived at the last page. Oh well, she's writing her master thesis, has to hand it in on Tuesday. If I were her, I'd have had three point four nervous breakdowns already. Incidentally, the English text we're translating into German was written by non-native speakers; it is riddled with weird grammar, devoid of punctuation and often just incomprehensible. Joy!
Oh, and tomorrow I teach my Creative Writing Class. Have I prepared tomorrow's handouts? Nope.
*headdesk*
