Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. This is even worse than the near-debacle described here.
A spelling mistake. Spelling! A horrible spelling mistake. One of the most egregious spelling mistakes ever made in the history of mankind. And I didn’t catch it. I didn’t catch it. I didn’t catch it. I mean, I caught it just now, by accident, because I happened to see it when I was doing something else, but oh my God. I didn’t catch it. I almost let it go back to the client like that. How many others did I miss? What if there’s another one and I don’t find it? What if there are a hundred other ones? What if I don’t catch them? How will I ever know? What am I going to do??
I was the first one chosen as Star of the Week in fourth grade, and the first thing on the list of things the other kids said about me was “Miriam is good at spelling.” The first thing. That list was on display on the board for an entire week. The whole class could see it. What if they find out about this?? I’ll have to barricade myself in my room and never come out. So nothing much will change from the way it is now.
It’s all over. I’ve been exposed as a farce. My deepest apologies to all who thought they knew me.
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When I was in fourth grade…
(relatedly, when I was in fourth grade, my english teacher sometimes called me over to quietly ask me how to spell things. So we don’t have to ask, what if one of us was stupendous at spelling in the fourth grade, and the other one was only really, really good? shudder.)