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I get to take an editing test today--they're going to send me the stuff at 2 and want it back at 3:30. I think, and hope, this isn't just an attempt to get lots of people to each do one day's work for free. I suspect part of what's going on is that they want to be sure the person they hire can handle the fast turnaround they're going to need.
I get to take an editing test today--they're going to send me the stuff at 2 and want it back at 3:30. I think, and hope, this isn't just an attempt to get lots of people to each do one day's work for free. I suspect part of what's going on is that they want to be sure the person they hire can handle the fast turnaround they're going to need.
The three sample pieces to edit/fact-check arrived just late enough that I started worrying about whether I'd have enough time. Then I turned it around in under 40 minutes. Mostly it was pretty straightforward stuff: a comma here, grammatical agreement there, a letter omitted from the name of the WTO chair, someone given the wrong title...no weird writing problems, no unfindable quotes. All the fact-check is "see whether the information in our summary is in the stor[y|ies] cited", no complex digging or even, in these samples, googling required.
Now I get to wait and see. If what they want is someone with a good eye for detail and grasp of grammar, I should be in. (And if they're testing several people with the same stories, they'll probably mark a few down for changing the spelling of "World Trade Organisation"--the potential client is a Canadian company, so I left that as an s.)
I do wonder why someone who appears to be named Catherine is sending me email from an account (at the correct company) with the name "Nina" on it. (I do have surnames for these people, but am omitting them for the moment.)
(There is no "mood" theme for "finished this, satisfied overall with my day, but I have menstrual cramps and am waiting for various news, both good and probably bad.)
Now I get to wait and see. If what they want is someone with a good eye for detail and grasp of grammar, I should be in. (And if they're testing several people with the same stories, they'll probably mark a few down for changing the spelling of "World Trade Organisation"--the potential client is a Canadian company, so I left that as an s.)
I do wonder why someone who appears to be named Catherine is sending me email from an account (at the correct company) with the name "Nina" on it. (I do have surnames for these people, but am omitting them for the moment.)
(There is no "mood" theme for "finished this, satisfied overall with my day, but I have menstrual cramps and am waiting for various news, both good and probably bad.)
The three sample pieces to edit/fact-check arrived just late enough that I started worrying about whether I'd have enough time. Then I turned it around in under 40 minutes. Mostly it was pretty straightforward stuff: a comma here, grammatical agreement there, a letter omitted from the name of the WTO chair, someone given the wrong title...no weird writing problems, no unfindable quotes. All the fact-check is "see whether the information in our summary is in the stor[y|ies] cited", no complex digging or even, in these samples, googling required.
Now I get to wait and see. If what they want is someone with a good eye for detail and grasp of grammar, I should be in. (And if they're testing several people with the same stories, they'll probably mark a few down for changing the spelling of "World Trade Organisation"--the potential client is a Canadian company, so I left that as an s.)
I do wonder why someone who appears to be named Catherine is sending me email from an account (at the correct company) with the name "Nina" on it. (I do have surnames for these people, but am omitting them for the moment.)
(There is no "mood" theme for "finished this, satisfied overall with my day, but I have menstrual cramps and am waiting for various news, both good and probably bad.)
Now I get to wait and see. If what they want is someone with a good eye for detail and grasp of grammar, I should be in. (And if they're testing several people with the same stories, they'll probably mark a few down for changing the spelling of "World Trade Organisation"--the potential client is a Canadian company, so I left that as an s.)
I do wonder why someone who appears to be named Catherine is sending me email from an account (at the correct company) with the name "Nina" on it. (I do have surnames for these people, but am omitting them for the moment.)
(There is no "mood" theme for "finished this, satisfied overall with my day, but I have menstrual cramps and am waiting for various news, both good and probably bad.)
But some memorable lines, from books and stories I like. I'm working from memory, so this is more "writing that stuck with me" than favorite books.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."
"Seventy-two years, and she had never had time to learn what they were called."
"Sing, Goddess, of the destructive wrath of Peleus's son Achilleus..."
"to wound the autumnal city."
"When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
Enough. Now I want to start flipping madly through books looking for favorite scenes: Elizabeth Bennett's faceoff with Darcy's aunt, lots of random bits of Le Guin, maybe some Dr. Seuss or something. And I'm not quite sure how Dhalgren snuck in there.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."
"Seventy-two years, and she had never had time to learn what they were called."
"Sing, Goddess, of the destructive wrath of Peleus's son Achilleus..."
"to wound the autumnal city."
"When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
Enough. Now I want to start flipping madly through books looking for favorite scenes: Elizabeth Bennett's faceoff with Darcy's aunt, lots of random bits of Le Guin, maybe some Dr. Seuss or something. And I'm not quite sure how Dhalgren snuck in there.
But some memorable lines, from books and stories I like. I'm working from memory, so this is more "writing that stuck with me" than favorite books.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."
"Seventy-two years, and she had never had time to learn what they were called."
"Sing, Goddess, of the destructive wrath of Peleus's son Achilleus..."
"to wound the autumnal city."
"When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
Enough. Now I want to start flipping madly through books looking for favorite scenes: Elizabeth Bennett's faceoff with Darcy's aunt, lots of random bits of Le Guin, maybe some Dr. Seuss or something. And I'm not quite sure how Dhalgren snuck in there.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."
"Seventy-two years, and she had never had time to learn what they were called."
"Sing, Goddess, of the destructive wrath of Peleus's son Achilleus..."
"to wound the autumnal city."
"When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
Enough. Now I want to start flipping madly through books looking for favorite scenes: Elizabeth Bennett's faceoff with Darcy's aunt, lots of random bits of Le Guin, maybe some Dr. Seuss or something. And I'm not quite sure how Dhalgren snuck in there.
Second lines, this time. No more than one per author. Not my ten favorite books, but ten books I like and was able to find in the chaos that pretends to be our book collection.
"Don't eat out of the point of your spoon, Jane."
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
A warmer life fills the evening streets than on my last visit to the States seventeen years ago.
The mirror troubled the depths of a corridor in a country house on Gaona Street in Ramos Mejía; the encyclopedia is fallaciously titled The Anglo-American Cyclopaedia (New York, 1917) and is a literal but delinquent reprint of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica of 1902.
The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust.
A young man slowed his pace, staring.
"Still, if the calculations of Epiktistes are correct, this will work."
Otherwise there was no move of war.
There was nothing north of Mr. Breton's house except nothing, with trees in between.
Added Wednesday morning: ( the answers )
"Don't eat out of the point of your spoon, Jane."
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
A warmer life fills the evening streets than on my last visit to the States seventeen years ago.
The mirror troubled the depths of a corridor in a country house on Gaona Street in Ramos Mejía; the encyclopedia is fallaciously titled The Anglo-American Cyclopaedia (New York, 1917) and is a literal but delinquent reprint of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica of 1902.
The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust.
A young man slowed his pace, staring.
"Still, if the calculations of Epiktistes are correct, this will work."
Otherwise there was no move of war.
There was nothing north of Mr. Breton's house except nothing, with trees in between.
Added Wednesday morning: ( the answers )
Second lines, this time. No more than one per author. Not my ten favorite books, but ten books I like and was able to find in the chaos that pretends to be our book collection.
"Don't eat out of the point of your spoon, Jane."
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
A warmer life fills the evening streets than on my last visit to the States seventeen years ago.
The mirror troubled the depths of a corridor in a country house on Gaona Street in Ramos Mejía; the encyclopedia is fallaciously titled The Anglo-American Cyclopaedia (New York, 1917) and is a literal but delinquent reprint of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica of 1902.
The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust.
A young man slowed his pace, staring.
"Still, if the calculations of Epiktistes are correct, this will work."
Otherwise there was no move of war.
There was nothing north of Mr. Breton's house except nothing, with trees in between.
Added Wednesday morning: ( the answers )
"Don't eat out of the point of your spoon, Jane."
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night.
A warmer life fills the evening streets than on my last visit to the States seventeen years ago.
The mirror troubled the depths of a corridor in a country house on Gaona Street in Ramos Mejía; the encyclopedia is fallaciously titled The Anglo-American Cyclopaedia (New York, 1917) and is a literal but delinquent reprint of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica of 1902.
The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust.
A young man slowed his pace, staring.
"Still, if the calculations of Epiktistes are correct, this will work."
Otherwise there was no move of war.
There was nothing north of Mr. Breton's house except nothing, with trees in between.
Added Wednesday morning: ( the answers )
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