Die Hard

Time for my regular work rant. I'm delighted (really) to be incredibly busy. In the life of a freelancer, this is definitely a Good Thing. It's just that, right now, all the work I have is of the deathly boring variety. My field is finance, so thrills are few and far between at the best of times, but even within this narrow spectrum I am currently at the wrong end.

I could just about grin and bear it if it weren't for one particular client. This person begins requests with 'May you do ...' (the horror), and frequently asks me to send things 'to myself' (to him). He works in marketing, so it's probably not entirely his fault. I could almost forgive him (well, not really) if he didn't take it upon himself to edit my work, adding words like 'thus' and 'whilst' and 'value-add', and changing everything to passive voice. Yes, I'm a writer, so I'm used to my work being edited. When it's my magazine editor, I don't argue (even if I disagree); when it's a literate publishing client, I keep my mouth shut. When it's a pompous, sub-literate marketing twit, I want to stab him with a red pen.

There. I feel slightly better now.

I will go and have my yoga lesson later today and emerge a less angry person. Perhaps.