You know on Grey’s Anatomy when a doctor loses a patient and they’re all pissed off and distraught?
That’s me today.
I let a big stoopid typo slip. And it was pointed out by a client. And makes Corporate Behemoth looks dumbdumbdumbdumbdumb. And makes my ears burn with shame.
And I know that nobody died and I’ve caught a gazillion typos and of course one would slip by because I am, after all, only human – editor or not. But I don’t need this fallibility pointed out, OK? Because I am keeping the Corporate Behemoth / wedding planning / moving / owning three houses train on the tracks the very best I can, OK?
But in other news?
We got an offer on my house. After a mere eight months, my house is under contract.
I don’t know whether to laugh or throw up.