It was only yesterday that I used to think about what it is like working. By working I was thinking about getting into the practical world. But I felt there was this fear within me of facing the world outside. I never wondered what was causing it inside me neither I thought of getting rid from it. It wasn’t like I never was a part of the social circle or that I never had any chance of getting out of my box but still I was hoping that one day I would see myself standing in front of this syndrome and feel relaxed.
Then one day finally I figured out that I am supposedly looking for a chance to go out and work. And I succeeded within no time. Getting this help from a dear friend was as good as heaven to me. I was actually working at this small firm within the next few days of my interview being carried out. I found it rather comfortable being there. Soon I was introduced to this bunch of girls who already worked there. Everyone was unique in their own way and yet they had this one thing common among them, their love for work. I found this pattern of job rather easy at first but then it turned out to be as difficult as I could’ve imagined. This work was basically related to research writing. I found myself working under the title of Academic Research Writer. It was a great honor for me as I never knew that my love for writing can take this long.
After a few days of training I was brought into the series of production. By this term, I don’t mean we were into producing some stuff for market, but it was rather getting orders from the customers and working for them in the time period allotted. I was really excited about the fact that I’ll be as busy as the other lot here and then I would have to work way too efficiently and speed up with my work. The first order I got was not as upsetting as I had presumed. It kept its pace slow and my time allotted was not so bad as expected. I started working on it. I suspected that my first order would make me feel better on completion and it went right. I felt rather satisfied when nit was finally completed and then I thought this is just the beginning.
After the order being approved by my supervisor, my idea of getting orders enhanced. For the first few days I only got orders on short proposals for university students. And then something happened which was as upsetting as I could have imagined.
I got my first revision. Let me explain what revision is. Revision comes under the head of making changes in the work done already. It felt a lil’ bizarre to me at first but then I accepted it as my fate and started working on it too. My first revision turned out to be just okay, I wasn’t really happy with it though. But then I had absolutely not concerns with whatever it turns out to be. So I plainly refused to bother on it too deeply and submitted after the necessary corrections.
Days after that my next order lined up, at first I was not sure of the fact this order might lead me to utter amusement and that even for days but only when I went through the documents I came to know that this is simply the case of some nerve wrecking work editing. This lady who placed the order belongs to the class of masters and the work she had sent included some study about cross cultural environment. And oh my goodness! I cannot forget what pain I went through to see her work all jumbled up with information found all over web and that even way too irrational. And I had to think at least half an hour every morning before opening her files and I know exactly what courage it took me to complete her work. The correction was too pain staking and I literally cried looking the number of things I had to correct. And today, im so glad im done with her work. I hope it gets lost somewhere in the corner of earth and never gets back with any revision at all. I think I want to switch !!!!
Then one day finally I figured out that I am supposedly looking for a chance to go out and work. And I succeeded within no time. Getting this help from a dear friend was as good as heaven to me. I was actually working at this small firm within the next few days of my interview being carried out. I found it rather comfortable being there. Soon I was introduced to this bunch of girls who already worked there. Everyone was unique in their own way and yet they had this one thing common among them, their love for work. I found this pattern of job rather easy at first but then it turned out to be as difficult as I could’ve imagined. This work was basically related to research writing. I found myself working under the title of Academic Research Writer. It was a great honor for me as I never knew that my love for writing can take this long.
After a few days of training I was brought into the series of production. By this term, I don’t mean we were into producing some stuff for market, but it was rather getting orders from the customers and working for them in the time period allotted. I was really excited about the fact that I’ll be as busy as the other lot here and then I would have to work way too efficiently and speed up with my work. The first order I got was not as upsetting as I had presumed. It kept its pace slow and my time allotted was not so bad as expected. I started working on it. I suspected that my first order would make me feel better on completion and it went right. I felt rather satisfied when nit was finally completed and then I thought this is just the beginning.
After the order being approved by my supervisor, my idea of getting orders enhanced. For the first few days I only got orders on short proposals for university students. And then something happened which was as upsetting as I could have imagined.
I got my first revision. Let me explain what revision is. Revision comes under the head of making changes in the work done already. It felt a lil’ bizarre to me at first but then I accepted it as my fate and started working on it too. My first revision turned out to be just okay, I wasn’t really happy with it though. But then I had absolutely not concerns with whatever it turns out to be. So I plainly refused to bother on it too deeply and submitted after the necessary corrections.
Days after that my next order lined up, at first I was not sure of the fact this order might lead me to utter amusement and that even for days but only when I went through the documents I came to know that this is simply the case of some nerve wrecking work editing. This lady who placed the order belongs to the class of masters and the work she had sent included some study about cross cultural environment. And oh my goodness! I cannot forget what pain I went through to see her work all jumbled up with information found all over web and that even way too irrational. And I had to think at least half an hour every morning before opening her files and I know exactly what courage it took me to complete her work. The correction was too pain staking and I literally cried looking the number of things I had to correct. And today, im so glad im done with her work. I hope it gets lost somewhere in the corner of earth and never gets back with any revision at all. I think I want to switch !!!!
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