Along with the millions of people around the world, I watched Prince William and Kate Middleton get married today. Kate looked stunning in an elegantly sophisticated, yet simple dress and delicate makeup and jewelry.
Last night my husband asked me why I was interested in the wedding at all because I do not believe in princesses and 'Prince Charmings'. He has a point; I’m confusing. What I do love about the royal wedding is the ceremony, tradition and history behind it. As a student of literature and history, this is what I live for in a way. Although I think the rules of primogeniture are ridiculous, I can’t deny that they exist.
What I told my husband is that I don’t believe that girls should be raised to think that a Prince Charming will come to their rescue. They need to be their own person first and foremost. They should get an education and do what their hearts desire and they should travel and see the world before they get married. And they should get married to men who have flaws because no one is perfect. That is what I mean by my not believing in princesses and princes.
Watching all these little girls being exposed to the Disney Princesses is what has made me make these comments to my husband. Many of those movies portray these defenseless women, who have very little going for them except a nice singing voice, just waiting for the Prince to come to them. I think that’s a bad model for girls to follow. I am a firm believer of making a name for yourself outside of marriage.
Now, I am ok with the sweet nothings parents say to their children such as ‘she’s my little princess’ or 'he's my little prince' but I just don’t see myself teaching my children to think that way.
I have to say that in some ways Kate Middleton embodies my idea of not being a princess. She went to school, got an education and worked for some time. This is a good example for girls to follow. Of course, she ended up marrying a prince but even he’s not perfect – just look at who his father is!
If you think your husband is a prince, that’s fine too. I think my husband is the Prince of the Panza de Perrito but I know he’s not perfect. And I hope he knows I’m not perfect either because I’m opinionated and loud most of the time. Those Disney movies make the Prince always look flawless and that’s just silly. No one is perfect and that’s what I mean by my argumentation that I don’t believe in princes and princesses. Obviously historically and even today, they exist but it’s the ideology behind it that I’m not fond of. I mean for Christ’s sake, have you seen how horrible some of these princes and princesses look and behave. It’s not something to look up to, believe me!
I wish the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge lots of luck and love. I think they are a very cute couple.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Physical Therapy (Part 5)
This session was not a good one. Angie had a lot of stiffness due to a bad night’s sleep. Even with her heat pad on during the day, she felt all blocked in her back. She told Lily that she had woken up with a cramp in her back and in her abs and this led Lily to check the range of motion in Angie’s ribs.
The reason why Angie was in so much pain was due to her rib cage and the intercostal muscles surrounding it being super tight. Angie had to get those muscle manipulated and it was not fun. Those rib muscles are very tender and almost any pressure on them causes discomfort. After a half hour of muscle stretching, rubbing and poking, Angie felt like she was hit by a truck right in the rib cage. She walked out of her session completely exhausted – as if she had run a marathon.
On the train ride home she began to worry that she was finding more and more issues and wondered if there wasn’t something more going on with her body. Her hope for getting better was dwindling. She was becoming frustrated with having pain for so long with no substantial relief.
All she wanted to do was get home and sleep and even that was not comforting because she knew she’s wake up in the middle of the night in pain. She took Lily’s advice to sleep with a few pillows under knees. It did help a bit but she woke up in pain once the medicine had subsided nonetheless.
Tune in next time as the saga of Angie’s physical therapy continues.
The reason why Angie was in so much pain was due to her rib cage and the intercostal muscles surrounding it being super tight. Angie had to get those muscle manipulated and it was not fun. Those rib muscles are very tender and almost any pressure on them causes discomfort. After a half hour of muscle stretching, rubbing and poking, Angie felt like she was hit by a truck right in the rib cage. She walked out of her session completely exhausted – as if she had run a marathon.
On the train ride home she began to worry that she was finding more and more issues and wondered if there wasn’t something more going on with her body. Her hope for getting better was dwindling. She was becoming frustrated with having pain for so long with no substantial relief.
All she wanted to do was get home and sleep and even that was not comforting because she knew she’s wake up in the middle of the night in pain. She took Lily’s advice to sleep with a few pillows under knees. It did help a bit but she woke up in pain once the medicine had subsided nonetheless.
Tune in next time as the saga of Angie’s physical therapy continues.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Moving Day
Today is the big day when I move to another office. Granted that proclamation sounds great and promising but I really don’t know what to expect from my new digs. I have heard that I will have to share a cubicle which seems preposterous considering I’ve never had much space in my cubicles to begin with since I’ve worked in this company. I don’t know how I’m going to fit another person into the small spaces they provide us with any way.
It’s been hard to get rid of a portion of my stuff here. I’ve accumulated lots of information in paper form because I like to have things on hand whenever I need them. This has proved to create a lot of stuff. I did get rid of some items but I can surely use more help in getting rid of work clutter. Perhaps if my new space is very small and shared, I’ll learn how to get rid of my belongings very quickly.
The best part of moving (and not sure if this is how many people feel when they are moving) is the sense of closure upon one stage of your life and the beginning of another stage. I have been sitting with my old group for the last 2 months and it’s been driving me batty. People still come up to me asking me questions about my former job. I’ve had to listen to certain loud and bothersome people driveling ad infinitum. It’s been hard to concentrate on my new job because they don’t know how to lower the volume of their retarded voices.
But as I said I don’t know if it will be any better in my new home but at least I can finally say that project and time in my life is over. Here’s to hoping that everything is better from now on.
It’s been hard to get rid of a portion of my stuff here. I’ve accumulated lots of information in paper form because I like to have things on hand whenever I need them. This has proved to create a lot of stuff. I did get rid of some items but I can surely use more help in getting rid of work clutter. Perhaps if my new space is very small and shared, I’ll learn how to get rid of my belongings very quickly.
The best part of moving (and not sure if this is how many people feel when they are moving) is the sense of closure upon one stage of your life and the beginning of another stage. I have been sitting with my old group for the last 2 months and it’s been driving me batty. People still come up to me asking me questions about my former job. I’ve had to listen to certain loud and bothersome people driveling ad infinitum. It’s been hard to concentrate on my new job because they don’t know how to lower the volume of their retarded voices.
But as I said I don’t know if it will be any better in my new home but at least I can finally say that project and time in my life is over. Here’s to hoping that everything is better from now on.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Doggies in D.C.
A few weeks ago the Mexican, the dogs and I went to D.C. for the weekend. I wanted to see the cherry blossoms in bloom and to visit my friend Marni while the Mexican was planning to visit some cousins in Virginia. We headed out for the long ride with a couple of snacks in tow and a number of places where we could stop along the way to let the dogs explore.
At the time my back had already started to bother me and I was wearing a heating pad the whole ride down. It was very helpful. The dogs took turns napping and looking out the window. We stopped near Baltimore to let the dogs visit a farm that was open to pooches and had a nice scenic area to walk. As Foxy bounced around in the high grass, we knew she was having fun. Bonnette, on the other hand, had a bone to pick with the truck parked next door to us.
The remainder of the ride was nice even though we drove through some sketchy sections of Baltimore. We drove past some of the major monuments. I even told Foxy that the Washington monument was like a big stick except that she couldn’t play fetch with it. Foxy sat in the back seat and looked at all the landmarks and the skyline –taking it all in.
When we arrived at the hotel in Virginia the doggies were happy to be seeing a new place. We had a wonderful view of The Pentagon, which Foxy enjoyed. She consistently went to look out the window and watched as the planes took off and landed nearby. She sometimes followed the planes’ trajectories very visibly by moving her head in the same arc as the planes.
We checked out a couple of dog runs and parks in the Virginia area and the girls made friends. Bonnette wasn’t so happy about this because she’s very protective of her body (namely her butt) no matter where she is. When dogs try to sniff her, she won’t have it. But of course she wants free reign to sniff theirs. She also wasn’t so happy because it was very windy. Although she had he jacket on, she was cold.
We met up with Marni on Sunday morning to go see the cherry blossoms. We realized a little too late that there was a race happening right where we would be viewing the trees, but we went nonetheless. Foxy was excited by all the other dogs and mostly by the possibility of viewing a Washingtonian squirrel or two. Bonnette’s allergies started to act up and she ended up sounding like an old person with emphysema – coughing consistently and sounding horrible (this was common behavior for Bonnette during our trip).
To Foxy’s dismay, we didn’t see any squirrels during our trip until a block away from where we had parked the car. Somehow she noticed one in a branch just above us and she made an attempt to bite it. Marni was surprised by how she was able to see one from so far because we hadn’t noticed it. But this was my life with Foxy – I had to have squirrel radar otherwise, I’d lose a limb in hot pursuit! This time however, even I missed it! I was too taken away by the beauty of the cherry blossoms, I guess.
It was a nice little trip outside of the city with the pooches. The doggies finally got to see our nation’s capital even if it meant nothing to them. They were trying to exhibit canine duties!
At the time my back had already started to bother me and I was wearing a heating pad the whole ride down. It was very helpful. The dogs took turns napping and looking out the window. We stopped near Baltimore to let the dogs visit a farm that was open to pooches and had a nice scenic area to walk. As Foxy bounced around in the high grass, we knew she was having fun. Bonnette, on the other hand, had a bone to pick with the truck parked next door to us.
The remainder of the ride was nice even though we drove through some sketchy sections of Baltimore. We drove past some of the major monuments. I even told Foxy that the Washington monument was like a big stick except that she couldn’t play fetch with it. Foxy sat in the back seat and looked at all the landmarks and the skyline –taking it all in.
When we arrived at the hotel in Virginia the doggies were happy to be seeing a new place. We had a wonderful view of The Pentagon, which Foxy enjoyed. She consistently went to look out the window and watched as the planes took off and landed nearby. She sometimes followed the planes’ trajectories very visibly by moving her head in the same arc as the planes.
We checked out a couple of dog runs and parks in the Virginia area and the girls made friends. Bonnette wasn’t so happy about this because she’s very protective of her body (namely her butt) no matter where she is. When dogs try to sniff her, she won’t have it. But of course she wants free reign to sniff theirs. She also wasn’t so happy because it was very windy. Although she had he jacket on, she was cold.
We met up with Marni on Sunday morning to go see the cherry blossoms. We realized a little too late that there was a race happening right where we would be viewing the trees, but we went nonetheless. Foxy was excited by all the other dogs and mostly by the possibility of viewing a Washingtonian squirrel or two. Bonnette’s allergies started to act up and she ended up sounding like an old person with emphysema – coughing consistently and sounding horrible (this was common behavior for Bonnette during our trip).
To Foxy’s dismay, we didn’t see any squirrels during our trip until a block away from where we had parked the car. Somehow she noticed one in a branch just above us and she made an attempt to bite it. Marni was surprised by how she was able to see one from so far because we hadn’t noticed it. But this was my life with Foxy – I had to have squirrel radar otherwise, I’d lose a limb in hot pursuit! This time however, even I missed it! I was too taken away by the beauty of the cherry blossoms, I guess.
It was a nice little trip outside of the city with the pooches. The doggies finally got to see our nation’s capital even if it meant nothing to them. They were trying to exhibit canine duties!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
An Eye for an Eye
My husband enjoys annoying our dogs. He calls it playing with them and says it is all in the name of fun and that they like it. I think that sometimes they get annoyed.
For instance a couple of weeks ago, my husband decided to put a small bone on Bonnette’s head. She got aggravated and pawed it off. He decided to put it back on her head, again she pawed it off. He did it one last time and she just left the bone on her head for a while. We giggled at her because she looked very cute. She narrowed her eyes a bit as if she were thinking of how to put a stop to this nonsense. While she moved from a seated position to a laying position, the bone fell off her head on its own.
A little later on we began to prepare ourselves for bed. My husband turned to his side and said ‘Good Night’. I stayed up a little longer to read. I was concentrating on that when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my little dog getting on the bed on my husband’s side. She climbed up quietly and then she moved to the headboard and then plopped herself on my husband’s head.
I couldn’t stop laughing because I felt that she was plotting out this revenge through the whole bone balancing on her head incident. My husband woke up and was annoyed with her. But then he gave her a kiss and hug and she gave him a kiss to show there were no hurt feelings.
For instance a couple of weeks ago, my husband decided to put a small bone on Bonnette’s head. She got aggravated and pawed it off. He decided to put it back on her head, again she pawed it off. He did it one last time and she just left the bone on her head for a while. We giggled at her because she looked very cute. She narrowed her eyes a bit as if she were thinking of how to put a stop to this nonsense. While she moved from a seated position to a laying position, the bone fell off her head on its own.
A little later on we began to prepare ourselves for bed. My husband turned to his side and said ‘Good Night’. I stayed up a little longer to read. I was concentrating on that when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my little dog getting on the bed on my husband’s side. She climbed up quietly and then she moved to the headboard and then plopped herself on my husband’s head.
I couldn’t stop laughing because I felt that she was plotting out this revenge through the whole bone balancing on her head incident. My husband woke up and was annoyed with her. But then he gave her a kiss and hug and she gave him a kiss to show there were no hurt feelings.
Friday, April 22, 2011
General Thoughts on Physical Therapy
Sadly I’ve had numerous injuries in my life – surgeries, pulled muscles, sprains etc. After all these injuries I’ve had to go for physical therapy (PT). The tone of the previous sentence probably sounds somber but it’s not; I am a big proponent of PT.
When I tore my ACL and meniscus, I went to physical therapy for a while to try to avoid surgery. I enjoyed the massages and the exercises but in that case, it didn’t get rid of the pain that ultimately needed to be fixed by surgery. After the surgery I had to go back to PT to rehabilitate the knee and learn better techniques to protect the knee. The first few weeks of PT were difficult because the incisions were still healing and scar tissue was forming. By the end of the period, my knee never felt better. It almost felt as though nothing had ever happened in the first place. Even to this day, my knee feels great and I give a lot of credit to PT for that.
A number of years ago, my mom had to have hip surgery. She had to go through intense PT for a month and she hated it. It was difficult and painful. I kept encouraging her because I knew that after she pushed herself a little bit, she’d feel so much better. Last time I asked her she said she didn’t even notice she had had surgery except for the scar reminder.
When I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago about the pain in my back, he asked me ‘Would you mind going to physical therapy for it?’ With wholehearted pleasure I said “Not at all!”
Even though I’m tracking my treatment in my blog and some days are going to be hard, I’m looking forward to feeling better very soon.
When I tore my ACL and meniscus, I went to physical therapy for a while to try to avoid surgery. I enjoyed the massages and the exercises but in that case, it didn’t get rid of the pain that ultimately needed to be fixed by surgery. After the surgery I had to go back to PT to rehabilitate the knee and learn better techniques to protect the knee. The first few weeks of PT were difficult because the incisions were still healing and scar tissue was forming. By the end of the period, my knee never felt better. It almost felt as though nothing had ever happened in the first place. Even to this day, my knee feels great and I give a lot of credit to PT for that.
A number of years ago, my mom had to have hip surgery. She had to go through intense PT for a month and she hated it. It was difficult and painful. I kept encouraging her because I knew that after she pushed herself a little bit, she’d feel so much better. Last time I asked her she said she didn’t even notice she had had surgery except for the scar reminder.
When I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago about the pain in my back, he asked me ‘Would you mind going to physical therapy for it?’ With wholehearted pleasure I said “Not at all!”
Even though I’m tracking my treatment in my blog and some days are going to be hard, I’m looking forward to feeling better very soon.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Physical Therapy (Part 4)
Despite a shortened sleep cycle, Angie felt better today. She walked over to her session from work. She told Lily she was feeling more mobility. However when Lily examined Angie’s muscles she informed her that yes things were better but still very tight. Angie couldn’t believe it. She thought she was making progress because the intraday pain had subsided. It just proves that there is a lot more going on in Angie’s back. And for a very long time, that it’s going to take a while to make a substantial improvement.
She learned a few more exercises and stretches. Had her moments with the heat pad, dozed off to sleep a bit and then returned to work feeling refreshed from her micro nap.
She learned a few more exercises and stretches. Had her moments with the heat pad, dozed off to sleep a bit and then returned to work feeling refreshed from her micro nap.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Be Happy
I can’t begin to tell you how annoyed I get when people tell me to be happy. I think the reasons for my annoyance are obvious to some degree.
Reasons to be annoyed when someone tells me to be happy are:
1) I think I’m happy. If I happen to think a lot about things, that’s who I am. It doesn’t reflect on my being happy or sad. Just because I like to think about things thoroughly also doesn’t mean I’m sad or upset.
2) I don’t deal well with anyone telling me what to do. It certainly explains a lot of my work issues in general. Be happy is a command and hence, I don’t like it. (if it were an instruction, I still wouldn’t like it because it doesn’t tell you how to be happy so that leads me to the next reason)
3) If you think I’m unhappy, telling me to be happy wouldn’t make me feel better if I have no clue how to be happy. This is not the case with me, just pointing out a problem with this logic.
4) If I suddenly see a person upset, and I don’t bother to ask them why…would I hazard to say to them ‘Be happy!’ No, not if I value my life. But yet people do this to other people without taking into consideration that maybe there are things going on in their life and we don’t have the full story.
It’s easy to tell people not to worry and to be happy but it is usually not comforting especially if the person seems to be just brushing you and your problems off as insignificant.
Reasons to be annoyed when someone tells me to be happy are:
1) I think I’m happy. If I happen to think a lot about things, that’s who I am. It doesn’t reflect on my being happy or sad. Just because I like to think about things thoroughly also doesn’t mean I’m sad or upset.
2) I don’t deal well with anyone telling me what to do. It certainly explains a lot of my work issues in general. Be happy is a command and hence, I don’t like it. (if it were an instruction, I still wouldn’t like it because it doesn’t tell you how to be happy so that leads me to the next reason)
3) If you think I’m unhappy, telling me to be happy wouldn’t make me feel better if I have no clue how to be happy. This is not the case with me, just pointing out a problem with this logic.
4) If I suddenly see a person upset, and I don’t bother to ask them why…would I hazard to say to them ‘Be happy!’ No, not if I value my life. But yet people do this to other people without taking into consideration that maybe there are things going on in their life and we don’t have the full story.
It’s easy to tell people not to worry and to be happy but it is usually not comforting especially if the person seems to be just brushing you and your problems off as insignificant.
Lunch with Lucy
This past weekend I went to brunch with a very good friend and her daughter, Lucy. Lucy is a girl after my own heart because she loves carbs. We sat down to have our brunch; Lucy in a high chair and her mom and me in adult chairs. The busboy put a croissant at each of our plates and Lucy’s mom and I chatted up a storm.
Occasionally Lucy would point to the croissant on her mom’s plate to signal that she wanted another piece of the croissant. I decided I would give Lucy some of my croissant as well because she needed to eat her food. The first piece I gave her, she nibbled on it as if she wasn’t sure if my piece of croissant was as good as her mom’s. When her mom gave her a piece after the one I had given her, she shoved it in her mouth. The next piece I handed her, she was still skeptical and bit into a little bit, tasted it and then put it in her mouth. Lucy’s taste test was complete and she decided that although the croissants were coming from two different plates, they were equally tasty.
Lucy then had a choice! So she could point to my plate or her mom’s and still get her food. She was very sweet about it and mixed it up a little to get a piece from me and a piece from her mom.
While we sat there, many of the other diners were waving at Lucy. She would look at them and occasionally smile. She really didn’t make a fuss at all. She had some fruit along with her bread but wasn’t too thrilled by the home fries.
A little later on her mom went to the bathroom and left me with her. She pointed to the general area where her mom had disappeared and I told her ‘Mommy is in the bathroom.’ The answer seemed to satisfy her. She smiled at me or looked at someone trying to get her attention. And then her mom appeared! She smiled from cheek to cheek.
I put on Lucy’s lamb jacket and we left the restaurant. She decided she knew the best way to get to her house—better than her mom – so she guided us there. As I walked towards my house, I kept thinking about how pleasant lunch with Lucy was. She didn’t cry or make a show; she was very well behaved. It’s refreshing to see that kids can be calm, sweet and can control themselves in social settings. I wish more kids were as fun as Lucy.
Occasionally Lucy would point to the croissant on her mom’s plate to signal that she wanted another piece of the croissant. I decided I would give Lucy some of my croissant as well because she needed to eat her food. The first piece I gave her, she nibbled on it as if she wasn’t sure if my piece of croissant was as good as her mom’s. When her mom gave her a piece after the one I had given her, she shoved it in her mouth. The next piece I handed her, she was still skeptical and bit into a little bit, tasted it and then put it in her mouth. Lucy’s taste test was complete and she decided that although the croissants were coming from two different plates, they were equally tasty.
Lucy then had a choice! So she could point to my plate or her mom’s and still get her food. She was very sweet about it and mixed it up a little to get a piece from me and a piece from her mom.
While we sat there, many of the other diners were waving at Lucy. She would look at them and occasionally smile. She really didn’t make a fuss at all. She had some fruit along with her bread but wasn’t too thrilled by the home fries.
A little later on her mom went to the bathroom and left me with her. She pointed to the general area where her mom had disappeared and I told her ‘Mommy is in the bathroom.’ The answer seemed to satisfy her. She smiled at me or looked at someone trying to get her attention. And then her mom appeared! She smiled from cheek to cheek.
I put on Lucy’s lamb jacket and we left the restaurant. She decided she knew the best way to get to her house—better than her mom – so she guided us there. As I walked towards my house, I kept thinking about how pleasant lunch with Lucy was. She didn’t cry or make a show; she was very well behaved. It’s refreshing to see that kids can be calm, sweet and can control themselves in social settings. I wish more kids were as fun as Lucy.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Editing Room
Writing can be a beast a lot of the time. It’s so relaxing and helpful when I write for myself. And since I’m highly critical of my own work, I tend to sport the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde outfit without any assistance from the outside world. But when I have to write for others it takes on a decidedly different spin.
Whenever I write for work it’s anxiety producing because I’ve been through the ringer on so many occasions. Business writing is so different from what I’ve written academically and for pleasure. It’s supposed to be concise and straightforward. Although I completely understand this difference, there are times when I struggle because those parameters are limiting and they create loopholes. So you need to be detailed to avoid potential issues. Therein lies the rub, how can you be detailed and concise at the same time? It’s very tricky. I am definitely not a master at this whatsoever.
What drives me crazy is how no one in the business world wants to write and yet, they love to edit. They are brutal with it too. I find it unfair. Just the other day I wrote a procedure that I sent around to a bunch of people to see what they thought. They all thought it was very good. I should have been proud of my work. However, I wasn’t because I knew the real audience was going to chew the draft up and spit it out with me suspended in the spit wad.
One person actually had the nerve to say “Fix this and I’ll help you edit it. It’s so easy to edit and so hard to write.” I wanted to smack the person and say to them…’why don’t you give writing a chance and then you might not be so harsh with your criticism?’ (Some of which were valid but still tame it down!). And no matter how many times people tell me not to take the criticism personally, it’s unavoidable. As someone who enjoys writing (I won’t say I’m a writer!), most of what I write is about how I feel, what I see and my comments on those things. It’s about me and it’s personal. Granted in the work world, it isn’t that way at all. The purpose of the writing is to give information, instruction and on a very rare occasion, an opinion. But it’s still annoying to have to sit there and get your work edited when people don’t have the slightest sense of how hard it is to write nor how individual it is.
Time to put on my hard shell now so that I can chip away at my next work writing task.
Whenever I write for work it’s anxiety producing because I’ve been through the ringer on so many occasions. Business writing is so different from what I’ve written academically and for pleasure. It’s supposed to be concise and straightforward. Although I completely understand this difference, there are times when I struggle because those parameters are limiting and they create loopholes. So you need to be detailed to avoid potential issues. Therein lies the rub, how can you be detailed and concise at the same time? It’s very tricky. I am definitely not a master at this whatsoever.
What drives me crazy is how no one in the business world wants to write and yet, they love to edit. They are brutal with it too. I find it unfair. Just the other day I wrote a procedure that I sent around to a bunch of people to see what they thought. They all thought it was very good. I should have been proud of my work. However, I wasn’t because I knew the real audience was going to chew the draft up and spit it out with me suspended in the spit wad.
One person actually had the nerve to say “Fix this and I’ll help you edit it. It’s so easy to edit and so hard to write.” I wanted to smack the person and say to them…’why don’t you give writing a chance and then you might not be so harsh with your criticism?’ (Some of which were valid but still tame it down!). And no matter how many times people tell me not to take the criticism personally, it’s unavoidable. As someone who enjoys writing (I won’t say I’m a writer!), most of what I write is about how I feel, what I see and my comments on those things. It’s about me and it’s personal. Granted in the work world, it isn’t that way at all. The purpose of the writing is to give information, instruction and on a very rare occasion, an opinion. But it’s still annoying to have to sit there and get your work edited when people don’t have the slightest sense of how hard it is to write nor how individual it is.
Time to put on my hard shell now so that I can chip away at my next work writing task.
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