My hours at work are staggered.
This means on M-W-F, I go in at 10:30 and stay until 6:30, ostensibly to catch all the late work that trickles in from our overworked writers. This usually works out pretty well, except when it doesn't.
Like today, when the writers have shambled off and the queue is painfully empty. One of them is still hanging in there, kicking out work; I've got another forty minutes to go. Unless someone is planning on churning stuff out from home, it's gonna be a long, boring forty minutes.
Started working on Under Enemy Colors last night; so far it's quite good, very entertaining, except...
Look, I'm a copy editor. It's my job to notice errors. I can turn it down, to a point. I realize mistakes get through. But, um...yeah, someone fell asleep while proofing this thing. They refer to the protagonist differently (he's alternately "Hayden" or "Charles" - within the same scene, within the same point of view); there's spacing errors, there's misspellings (and no, it's not Britspeak). There's enough problems that it's jarring.
With that said, it's still a good story. I'll see it through. But copy editors are always the first to go in a tight economy, which is a shame. We do serve a purpose.
Usually.
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