Seething over Mediocrity

I don't know why I get so pissed off whenever this one particular client sends back changes to the text I wrote for them. Maybe it's because I send them a well written text, and all they send back is CRAP.

Freaking crap.

I was seething today at work. Good thing it happened at 5:40 in the afternoon and not earlier in the day. It would have ruined it.

The thing that I cannot accept, for the life of me, is how those people don't know that the text they are writing is horribly written, and well, crap. Its gramatically incorrect on multiple levels. Part of it is not even coherent. And they want to substitute that piece of SHIT (there, I said it) for my beautiful work of art.

As an artist, for me it is an insult to ask for that particular segment to be changed. My work is an art. Writing is an art. And I will not allow my art to be substituted by crap. I don't give a shit about business sense at this point in time. And if I get fired over it, so be it. I don't care. I will not accept mediocrity in writing, ever. I take great pride in my work. And I busted my ass for years. I have a freaking Masters degree. And this person, who obviously was not very good in Spanish class, wants to surpass that over their freaking piece of crap.

I'll give the client the benefit of the doubt, because my credentials are not splattered all over my initials (which is the only indication that I wrote the text). But it has been previously explained to them what the grammar rules are, and why their segment is crappy. And I may have to do it again. But if they refuse the help, then I'm going to refuse writing their text. It's a matter of principle.

And probably pride. But it really pisses me off.

Shady's Back...

...and it ain't the real Slim Shady.

After a long absence, I'm sorta back. I was busy with school. College football season started. I bought the Sims 2 (and if I was unemployed, I would be playing that 24/7). I've actually been behavin', which is, quite frankly, somewhat miraculous (I have no idea how to spell this word).

I'm writing this because I'm feeling a bit lonely. It's funny, I'm living at home, in my hometown, but I feel totally out of place. My brother not being here is helping that a lot. At least I had someone to go out with when he and his wife were here.

Anyway, I gotta go. Working!