all edited out

Semicolons will have to wait a bit: I'm all edited out. Today was Part II of my Metatron adventure: I was given another manuscript to edit—44 pages long—and was told not to worry if I didn't finish it. The point was to see how much I could do, and how well I could do it. So I worked pretty much straight from about 9:30AM to 6:30PM today (how was your Friday?). I ended up getting through the main text and the endnotes, but I didn't have time for the works-cited list. At a guess, I got through about 39 of the 44 pages, thanks largely to the fact that the quality of the prose in this document was much, much higher than that of last week's document. Most of what I did today was tweak and write marginalia.

If Metatron likes what it sees, I'll get a call or an email to return to Seoul for a second, followup interview. I was told that there are staffers who would like to meet me (I imagine this is equally true for the other job applicants as well), so if I do secure the second interview, I'll be shaking hands, knotting tentacles, and exchanging pheromones with several different folks. Alas, Metatron seems to be a male-heavy culture, so the chances of meeting some slim, sexy potential coworker are... slim. And sexy.

It could also be that Metatron is going to look at my editing, find a few mistakes, and decide it doesn't need my services. I'm mentally ready for that: this job comes on top of several other options that I'm sniffing at, so I can take it or leave it. (Then again, if it turns out that Metatron wants to offer me W10 million a month to work for it, I'll feel pretty shitty about losing that opportunity.)

So it was a morning and an afternoon spent in language-Nazi mode. I hope I did a good job, but I suppose we'll just have to wait and see.


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