My job: Expectation vs RealityWhen I worked as a window cleaner, everybody - and I mean everybody - I knew asked me the "how's yer father" question. The truth was that I was always knackered and freezing, and the only nudity I saw was some fat bloke's arse. Tell us how your work differs from the expectation.
Thanks to Rotating Wobbly Hat for the idea
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 8 May 2014, 22:21)
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I edited a travel magazine for two years.It was a business-focused magazine, aimed pretty squarely at those who could put stuff on the company plastic as opposed to their own.
We covered the major cities on all the continents, and had details of the restaurants to wine and dine clients, the hotels to stay at, the entertainment available, cultural and historical highlights, and where to go if you had the time.
"How glamorous!" said people, "How jetset! How travel!"
No.
It meant I got to sit in an air-con-free office in South London, and commission journalists in their respective cities by email, who's copy I would then edit.
Woo.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 9 May 2014, 11:04,
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whose(, Fri 9 May 2014, 12:23, closed)
I assumed he was just plagiarising lyrics.(, Fri 9 May 2014, 14:37, closed)
no, he's just shit at copy editing, seeing as he struggles with basic grammar(, Fri 9 May 2014, 18:14, closed)
Admittedly I don't proofread the stuff I put on B3ta pretty well at all.(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 12 May 2014, 12:00,
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my favourite otters were in Malaysia(
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 9 May 2014, 12:32,
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Same...Spent three months on the travel desk for the Independent, didn't go anywhere, edited shit copy. Got a few freebies such as marmalade from the Balearics. Not one iota of an otter though
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