Progressive Clots of the Disk Space

...should have been, "...progressive collapse of the disk space." Sigh. Sometimes I can't believe the feedback I see from my QA team. And then I think about how lucky I am.

I used to work for an MTSO where 90% of the workforce was in India. I won't mention any names (coughCBcough), but most days working as an editor were pure hell. Seriously. My husband stopped laughing at my shrieking and screaming and pulling my hair out for 8 hours a day when my blood pressure went way too far above VERY BAD. Day after day after day, our QA feedback fell upon deaf ears. It's not even that I had that big of a problem with offshoring at that time--it was more the frustration of hearing "okay, okay, thanksverymuch, we won't do it again," and there it was, again, and again, and again, the same idiotic errors. The funny thing was that those MTs were actually financially penalized for critical errors, sometimes not even getting paid for an entire document if it was really bad. No, that's not exactly funny, but being hit in the pocketbook didn't even seem to phase them. They just kept cranking out mistakes, much worse than clots of the disk space, and really didn't seem to care.

Gives me tachycardia just thinking about it. Shudder. Gee, I love our MTs.