Just reread a draft of a report, where I wrote about budget cuts to certain “social prograsms.”
No! Not the PROGRASMS!
Needless to say, I’m SO glad I caught this. Apparently sleeping nine hours last night has NOT, in fact, elevated my work product. Although who knows, maybe those nine hours are the very reason I saw it in the first place. More importantly, why didn’t Word underline it initially? ::panic::
I’m illegitimate again.
Seven years after graduation, I thought I was past the stage of life where my college major mattered and I’d have to justify the utility of my English degree. But alas, applying for jobs in a technology-centric world has creative ways of making a very exhausted job seeker doubt herself more and more each day.
The latest: In an attempt to submit my education history to an online HR system, I was blocked from claiming English as an acceptable major. In fact, the popup window noted an “Invalid value” error, referring to some sort of underlying spreadsheet coding error, but its wording stung anyway. Because damn it, I’m sensitive to the fact that my degree is of invalid value!
Ok, back to it.
I can’t believe I’m staying up for this.
A follow up to my previous post to further justify my actions. As a word geek, this is a totally legitimate excuse for behavior as of late.
Tough times never last, but tough girls do.
Just a little something to remind myself where my bootstraps are. I’m not as strong as I pretend to be, but I’ll get there.
Words I always check twice:
A word I never misspell (anymore):
Deodorant. I participated in a spelling bee in the 6th grade and was one of the remaining contestants. Impatient and wanting to just WIN ALREADY, I quickly spelled d-e-o-d-e-r-a-n-t. Imagine my disappointment when the buzzer sounded. I was so embarrassed that I misspelled such an easy word, and upset that I didn’t take home first prize. But I will never misspell that word again.
During a consultation with Sir Merriam-Webster today, I learned that octogenarian rhymes with Austro-Hungarian, totalitarian, egalitarian, utilitarian, and veterinarian.
What an odd picture this is painting.
I’m considering a Twitter account, but not to share 140-word brainpulses (I’m super sporadic with Facebook status updates as it is). I think it would be a useful means by which I may follow the collective ramblings of folks I find witty. Will have to give this more thought.
