I mean, seriously? You felt the need to resort the dishes in the washer again? What on earth was it THIS time that made you decide that to move all the dishes around? Were the plastic tubs – that once held sour cream and cottage cheese – offensive to you? Is that why they’re now residing in the recycling bin? Did you stop to consider that maybe JUST MAYBE, I had them in the washer for a reason? That perhaps I wanted – *shock gasp awe* – faux-tupperware that had lids? No, of course not.
We have spoken about this before. This is one of my peeviest peeves. Whenever you do this, it pushes both my anal-retentive “you’re doing it WRONG” button AND my “I’m not good enough, apparently” button. Double jeopardy, dude.
And really – it isn’t just when you anyone comes behind me and re-does a bit of housework that I’ve completed. Honestly, it’s for any project that I’ve accomplished where someone makes drastic changes to my work.
I recognize as a writer – esp. one with aspirations to publishing fiction – that I must get over myself on this. Editors are there for a reason. They’re not out to get me or secretly trying to figure out a way to make me go away. I shouldn’t automatically think “dear god, look at all the red! I am made of suck and fail!” Those red lines aren’t there to punish me.
Here’s a thought, self: If an editor writes you back with suggestions – then they’re thinking about your work. They’re helping you refine your words so that other people will better understand what you’re trying to say. That story isn’t sitting in a “to be shredded pile” or lining the bottom of someone’s catbox. It’s being actively read. So, you know, relax. Better yet,
Whew.
I feel much better.
Well, except that I am still kind of peeved about the dishes. I recognize you aren’t actually making judgments on my housekeeping ability, it still revs my crank-motor all the way up to eleven.
What about you guys? What are the things that get under your skin? What are the habits or behaviors that others in your immediate vicinity have that sets your hair on fire?
DISCLAIMER: This is my beef and is in no way a comment on anyone else’s behavior. I am also exaggerating…well, OK – slightly exaggerating for effect.
I hate waiting. (/inigo)
I hate waiting on other people. I especially hate waiting on other people when what they are (apparently not!) doing directly affects my own life.
"Time is very slow for those who wait..." -Shakespeare
Dear Texas State University,
If you could, you know, hurry up and let me know if I can haz a degree program? That’d be awesome.
Love,
~me
If you can’t tell, I am totally going for an English degree. It’s cause I am good with words and stuff.
The truth is I love words. I love reading them. I love writing them. I love finding out all about them. This is beneficial, as I will apparently be spending quite a bit of time doing all three. That is, if I’m ever accepted.
I wonder if it would help if I go up and poke the admission counselors with a stick?
Probably not.
I’ve actually had a couple of people ask me what I am going to do with an English degree.
Excuse me? Were you trying to be obnoxious or did it just come out that way?
Who asks that sort of thing?
OBNX PEOPLE: “What job are you going to get with that degree? Aren’t you concerned you’ll be stuck in a McDonald’s somewhere, asking if they want fries with that?” *hyuck hyuck hyuck* (Actual question. True story.)
Why sure, I am. Mostly, its because I am concerned because the job market is so poor, right now. Many people are having trouble getting jobs. Not just us word geeks.
As for an English degree being useless?
I bite my thumb at you, sir.
What do you think on that sort of unsolicited advice? Do you find it common? Is it something that you would do? Why or why not?