04.06.09
Blogging in Panera…
Not quite as cliche as blogging in a coffee shop, I suppose, but one takes what one can get.
Several views on my new Etsy shop, but no purchases yet. No worries, as the place is so damned tiny anyway. Maybe one day it will explode into a full-blown e-conglomerate! But until then… WTB Customers pst.
In other news, WHY CAN’T PEOPLE READ?! I don’t know how many problems and issues and “wah, I can’t get your website to work, it’s stupid, waaaah!” shit that I deal with every day would be solved if people could just read a fucking sentence! Here is a reenactment for your reading pleasure. Only slightly paraphrased.
Author: I attached everything it says but a bunch of the items are highlighted in red and it won’t let me build the PDF what’s going on?
Me: May I call your attention to the sentence immediately preceding the highlighted items which says, “Highlighted items are required. There will be an error message if you are missing any of these items.” Is there an error message?
Author: Um… no.
Me: Did you try to build the PDF?
Authors: Um… yes… Yes of course I did… *frantic sounds of typing* Oh, look it’s working now.
Me: Imagine that.
Oh the glamorous life in publishing… It’s so foolish of me to think that the people with MDs and PhDs and MPHs and OMGWTFBBQs could read or write a complete, grammatically correct English sentence.
06.05.08
The Importance of Grammar
Sometimes real life is the stuff of which legends are made. Sometimes, it just produces angry rants. This one sprouted from work yesterday, where I am an editorial assistant for a medical journal. Doctors, as I have said on more than one occasion, are extremely intelligent, just not always terribly bright. This is a shining example of one such MD who I have the (general) pleasure of reporting to.
A morality tale about The Importance of Grammar
“No women in houston”
This is the phrase written to me by my editor-in-chief. Clearly, it requires some deciphering. Surely “houston” must refer to Houston, Texas. This is known by the fact that I was asked only a few moments before to locate the email address of a specific person at Baylor College of Medicine which is, in fact, located in Houston, Texas. So we can thus adjust the phrase to be “No women in Houston.” But could there really be no women in Houston? Women are roughly half of the general population… There must certainly be women in a place as large as Houston, Texas!
Through a bit of creative navigating, I managed to figure out that the name of the individual that I was asked to locate was spelled incorrectly. It was not Mallady as my editor-in-chief had written, nor Malladi (which was the only approximation I could find at Baylor), but Malety. Ah, slight difference in spelling there. So when I had located a Malladi, his response had been the miraculously confusing, “No women in houston.” So now I had the correct spelling of the name I was looking for, yet that still does not shed any additional light on the mysteriously emailed phrase haunting my inbox.
But what’s this? Dr. Malety is actually a woman?
Ah… suddenly things are looking a bit clearer. The phrase was not, “No women in houston,” as had been written, but was actually:
“No, (she’s a) woman in Houston.”
Apparently the Malladi that I had found originally was a man. My mistake. For a while there I was unclear as to whether or not there were any women currently working for Baylor, considering I had been informed that there weren’t any women anywhere in Houston, Texas.
This just goes to show that even gastroenterologists (who I spend a good amount of time working with and for) need grammar, too. It makes things so much easier for me (the support staff) when I can understand what you’re talking about the first time around.
Also, while we’re on the topic, stop writing your entire email sans punctuation in the subject line. It does not facilitate communication, goodwill, nor a timely response on my part. And don’t respond to one email while actually physically hitting the Reply button to another completely unrelated one. It makes me unhappy. I don’t ask for much, really. Just some punctuation every once in a while. Maybe a correctly spelled name when you ask me to look up someone’s email address. I mean, for fuck’s sake! Just take an extra 10 seconds on your emails and we’ll all be a lot happier.
11.20.07
Utopia
Have you ever found a place that seemed inviolate? A place that was a true Idiot-Free zone? Were you foolish enough to think it would stay that way forever?
I was.
I’m telling you… Ion. Cannon.
It wouldn’t be so bad except that the place was the only spot on The Internets that I’d found that was free of the usual morons and f*ckwads. And now, that perfect utopia I had the joy of experiencing for the past couple months has been contaminated by vast quantities of stupid.
Dammit.
