As I'm finishing up my last assignment of the semester, a technical report on the Hamsters, I get a phone call from a client. They have a translation job, thirty some pages with a tight deadline.
So much for my day off, I think and accept the job because it's a mortgage payment. I'd be a little more excited if (1) I wouldn't have to work this weekend and (2) it were a patent or something else technical.
I'm translating leases. Leases for storage closets. Some company is renting three storage closets in the Tokyo office building where they also rent office space and each storage closet gets its own lease. A ten page lease, I might add. Not only that, the leases are not identical (although the closets are) and one even has a cosigner, necessitating the inclusion of a few extra clauses.
I'd rather be engineering.
148 words | December 16, 2004 06:58 PM | Real true story