So, about two weeks ago, Projector Man, from Vietnam II, sent me a letter and asked if I could proofread it. It’s a letter to the host family in the US who will be hosting his son, who is going on an exchange program. I said no problem, it only took a few minutes. Then he sent me some revisions. Okaayy….Now he’s sent me a letter that his daughter had to write to her supervisor at work (she works for a US company and had to write a letter of reference or something). Um…Dude. Understand that I was doing you a FAVOR, but that I’m also REALLY BUSY and I don’t have time to make your entire family sound as though they’re native English speakers.

And, of course, I feel bad thinking this.

Sheesh.

My cunning plan, part deux, is to stay back at the hotel tomorrow to get more written. This is because I got more done in three hours yesterday than I got done all last week. And am likely to do if I stick around here. And I MUST write. There is far too much to do for me to sit around here – much as I like the e-mail access. (Not that it’s not part of the concentration problem as well.) But I think it will make for a more productive day. TL also wants me to give Widget some work to do, but I don’t know what I’ll need to have her do until I have my next few chapters written – or at least more complete than they are now. Since I’m not quite sure what I want to say, I can’t really ask her to research it, now can I?

Makes sense to me.

Besides, me finishing my work right quick will help me to make the “you can just stuff your contract extension, I’m done” case. (Clearly, all said in a respectful and deferential tone of voice. If it’s possible to tell someone to stuff it while sounding respectful and deferential, that is.) In any case, it appears that I’m on the right track, even if I’m not working at lightning speed. But I have my little workplan for the next day or two. That’s always good. (This is the Type A part of me that also loves checking things off lists.)

I allowed myself the lovely treat of a pint of ice cream from the supermarket on Thursday. Mmm…ice cream - haven't had it in ages. Maybe I’ll make that a weekly treat. (Which will then mean that my “treat” for when I get home will have to be new pants because I will have totally pudged out. So maybe not.)