Gainful Employment
I started work yesterday; I’m a Development Editor in the Custom Database division of Pearson Education, a slightly-above-entry-level job, a fact for which I am very grateful. I edit manuscripts and usher custom book projects through development, among other things.
Or rather, I will do all of that, once there is any work for me to do. Right now things are still a little “slow,” because most professors seem to wait for the summer to plan their custom books for their fall courses, so for my first two days of work have largely consisted of things other than editing.
Yesterday, my to-do list in Outlook was as follows:
1. Have someone get me a drawer, and a bulletin board that is not made of metal.
2. Hope that someone brings me a phone.
3. Wash, eat strawberries I brought from home.
4. Find eatery nearby that sells chocolate muffins, purchase and eat same.
I accomplished the last three items on my list yesterday, and today over the course of the morning I received not only a drawer and a tackable bulletin board, but also a filing cabinet, the kind that locks. I also received a key, though I’m not yet sure what it is that I’m supposed to lock up.
For the rest of the day, I’ve been sitting in the office I share with Mary Kate, the other new Development Editor, catching up on the news from Publishers Weekly and gossiping about Kaavya Viswanathan’s plagiarism scandal. We’ve been able so far to finish any tasks given to us within an hour of getting them, so we don’t feel bad about buying shoes online or browsing the Barnes & Noble website. Depending on how well you really know me, you might or might not be able to figure out which of those was done by me, and which by Mary Kate.
Since I had eaten lunch during all that “working,” I used my lunch break today to take a walk in the Boston Public Gardens, home of the famous Swan Boats and less famous but much more fragrant blossoming cherry trees. The air was cool and breezy, the sun was sparkling off the pond, and the swans were looking askance at me, their dark eyes full of menace and promises of swift and violent retaliation should I go near their young or turn out to be concealing any grain on my person.
Or rather, I will do all of that, once there is any work for me to do. Right now things are still a little “slow,” because most professors seem to wait for the summer to plan their custom books for their fall courses, so for my first two days of work have largely consisted of things other than editing.
Yesterday, my to-do list in Outlook was as follows:
1. Have someone get me a drawer, and a bulletin board that is not made of metal.
2. Hope that someone brings me a phone.
3. Wash, eat strawberries I brought from home.
4. Find eatery nearby that sells chocolate muffins, purchase and eat same.
I accomplished the last three items on my list yesterday, and today over the course of the morning I received not only a drawer and a tackable bulletin board, but also a filing cabinet, the kind that locks. I also received a key, though I’m not yet sure what it is that I’m supposed to lock up.
For the rest of the day, I’ve been sitting in the office I share with Mary Kate, the other new Development Editor, catching up on the news from Publishers Weekly and gossiping about Kaavya Viswanathan’s plagiarism scandal. We’ve been able so far to finish any tasks given to us within an hour of getting them, so we don’t feel bad about buying shoes online or browsing the Barnes & Noble website. Depending on how well you really know me, you might or might not be able to figure out which of those was done by me, and which by Mary Kate.
Since I had eaten lunch during all that “working,” I used my lunch break today to take a walk in the Boston Public Gardens, home of the famous Swan Boats and less famous but much more fragrant blossoming cherry trees. The air was cool and breezy, the sun was sparkling off the pond, and the swans were looking askance at me, their dark eyes full of menace and promises of swift and violent retaliation should I go near their young or turn out to be concealing any grain on my person.
posted by Katherine at 2:35 PM
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How is it that you seem to have been threatened by evil swans on two continents now? Do swans commute between Ireland and Boston or do they perhaps IM one another on their cell phones?
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