It's a scientific report, and there is no writing more diametrically opposed to the way I write naturally than scientific writing because each and every word can mean ONE THING AND ONE THING ONLY. There is no allusion. No shading. No foreshadowing. No opinion unless it can be backed up by references, footnotes, and engineering studies and can stand up to the scrutiny of your worst enemy complete with a newly minted PhD that was awarded thanks to work done on the exact same subject covered in your report.
I'm not saying that this isn't a good thing. This is Science, and such is the way it is. But as I said, it is diametrically opposed to the way I naturally write, which makes it just plain painful.
Plus, I've written quite a few of these memos/reports over the past few months. This is the last one in a series that caps off a slog of work that's been ongoing since last December. It's due on Friday, and I'm just blasted sick of it. It doesn't matter that if I simply buckled down for a day and just did it, it would be done. I don't want to do it. I want it to vanish off the face of this Earth. I want it gone. I don't want to look at it anymore.
Add to all this the fact that I *hate* to bring work home. Home is home, work is work, and ne'er the twain shall meet. I started working on the report last night, and as time went on, I just got more and more pissed. I finally reached the point that I realized that I would be better off just packing the stuff up and working on it at the office.
That mood, unfortunately, carried over to this morning.
You could pack it in and visit, but the house does have cats...just not in the guest room. (In fact, that fact is so ingrained in the cats that Merlyn bawled Bev & Mike out for being in the "forbidden zone." If he wasn't allowed in the room, *no one* was...)
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Date: 2005-10-10 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-11 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 12:32 am (UTC)I'm not saying that this isn't a good thing. This is Science, and such is the way it is. But as I said, it is diametrically opposed to the way I naturally write, which makes it just plain painful.
Plus, I've written quite a few of these memos/reports over the past few months. This is the last one in a series that caps off a slog of work that's been ongoing since last December. It's due on Friday, and I'm just blasted sick of it. It doesn't matter that if I simply buckled down for a day and just did it, it would be done. I don't want to do it. I want it to vanish off the face of this Earth. I want it gone. I don't want to look at it anymore.
I'm just tired.
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Date: 2005-10-11 12:54 am (UTC)That mood, unfortunately, carried over to this morning.
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:35 am (UTC)You could pack it in and visit, but the house does have cats...just not in the guest room. (In fact, that fact is so ingrained in the cats that Merlyn bawled Bev & Mike out for being in the "forbidden zone." If he wasn't allowed in the room, *no one* was...)