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Angie sat on her chair again and looked at the never ending work that was still pilled on her desk. She didn’t feel like working or writing or correcting or editing or anything. She didn’t even feel like walking home. For the last few weeks, she has been working on some long boring miserable articles, with practically no guidance or guidelines to follow. She felt like being stuck dealing with one point only to realize that she had missed thousand others. For her at this point, there were no such thing as a light at the end of the tunnel. There were no light, no tunnel, no hope, no appreciation, no gratitude, no feedback, just some red (or green or black or blue) marks on papers that she needed to implement as soon as possible. There was only a nagging employer who kept telling her over and over again that: “They were way too late and way behind schedule. And that they needed to  hand their work to the printer as soon as possible, by the end of this week or by the end of this month at the latest.”


Last week when she was handed the job of correcting quotation marks, she seriously thought of quitting her job. There were nothing to correct, she simply had to choose another font for the quotation marks, and she couldn’t do it automatically but manually. The authors of the articles were fond of quoting others, and therefore in one article of an average of 20 pages, she had to change more than 1000 quotation marks. It took her ages (literary). She couldn’t complain. For God sake, to whom would she complain to? God? Her employer(s)? Her colleague(s)? Her friend(s)?

And on top of all that, when she finished a very long article of 33 pages and she handed it so that it could be sent to the author for feedback, she almost burst into tears when the author returned it informing her that she: ” had gone through the version you sent to me thoroughly and had made final corrections. Kindly take note of my comments and please make sure that they are applied. I expect to receive the very final corrected version in order to give my OK to it. When do you expect that to be?”

You’d probably say that Angie is making a big deal, that the author’s message is normal, quite polite and that the author is only writing to inquire on a few things. But I can assure you that Angie didn’t feel like that when she read that message. Angie felt like her work is unnoticed, unnecessary, unimportant, unnoticeable, and that she doesn’t implement changes or apply them. She felt that her job is inaccurate, and that she is unable to meet deadlines or to finish things. In few words, she felt that she was labelled as “lazy, slow, not good enough”.

Thank you for reading.

(The text is by Zeina Gabriel, the photo is taken from this website: http://www.castawaytheclutter.com/paper-clutter-teleclass.html )