worriedEdie, my boss, says she'll talk to Joanne, the director, to see if there is any more transcription or editing I can do.
I'm getting very worried that there might not be any work left for at the Space Law Center.
I really love my job. I have one of the best jobs a person my age and in school could possibly have. I work from home. I work whenever I please for twenty hours a week. I transcribe interesting lectures about space law and edit them. I make $10 an hour. It's wonderful for someone like me.
Yes, it can be frustrating, trying to turn the spoken word into a coherent textbook-like written work. The lecturers don't always talk into the microphone, slur their words, lapse into propaganda or long tangents, don't finish their sentences, and switch topics in mid-sentence.
But I need this job very badly. Not only do I need the money, but I also have to need to have worked for more than just a short period somewhere and have built up a dependable reputation as a good worker. I must have this to build my resume since I have a bad history of quitting jobs when I got tired of them or had major trouble getting up for them. I can't fuck up again.
