I spent nearly 4 hours at work yesterday revising a copywriter's botched reference citations. I'd be less bothered by it if the copywriter in question wasn't a bitch to me on a few different occasions. She definitely outdid herself last week when she showed up at my desk looking for me. I was seated a few cubicles away, doing a spellcheck. I overheard her ask my colleague if she knew where I was. My colleague told her that I was around, just not at my desk. Then, the copywriter said to no one in particular, "He's the only editor I know who's never at his desk."
Really?
I mean, exactly how many times has she visited my desk to draw such a conclusion? Anyway, you gotta love people who deflect their own personal frustrations and try and turn shit around on you. The way I see it, if you're going to lie, at least try and be somewhat believable and fib within reason. Even if I was never at my desk EVERY TIME she walked by, it's foolish fer her to assume that I'm "never" there. You know when I was at my desk, though? The 4 hours I spent yesterday fixing up her mess.
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