Patience, grasshopper

Well THIS got my attention when I came home. Actually, Typhoon Signal #1 is no biggie. Now No. 8 gets your attention, since everything closes down and you'd better make sure that your various insurance policies are paid up: life, auto, home...yes, life in the subtropics is kinda different.

Oh, and the government has forecasted a higher than normal number of typhoons this year (6 - 8, lucky me) -- thank you, La Nina. And tonight's event was the second earliest warning since WWII. Is my timing for transferring to HK great or what?

Okay, tonight I am really procrastinating, since I am avoiding the revising of a Chinese government document into more polished English. Not only is my Chinese completely not up to the task, but when you see that government circulars have titles such as "Measures on Administration of Chinese Representative Institutions of Foreign Insurance Institutions" (that's actually more lively than the one I'm currently working on, believe it or not) well, hey, would YOU be all excited to get crackin'? So far I am on page 4 of 29. *SOB* There will be a lot of iced tea ahead this evening.

So I know, I know -- I should just quit putzing around and DO IT. Thankfully, even THIS laptop can handle editing WORD documents. Usually. I did snag the mouse from the office though, to help with the highlighting.

Even the desktop at the office though, is not so zippy, leading me to frequently mutter to myself, "Patience, grasshopper" which my co-worker (also named Shirley) finds hilarious, since she also watched Kung Fu while growing up. Not unreasonably, after working next to me for 2 weeks, she asked me today, "Do you always talk to your computer?" Um, yes. And usually not something polite.

So adieu for now. Time to go wrangle with a government policy paper. (Can't I just go to bed and hide under the covers instead?)

UPDATE:

90 minutes later, I have only finished revising 3 more pages --> only 22 more to go! SHOOT ME NOW. Please. At this rate, let's see: 30 min./pg. = a mere 11 hours more. As I said, just shoot me, since my eyes are crossing and I'm practically ready to pass out on the keyboard.

Why am I even doing this you ask? Is this what a corporate researcher does? Not usually, but my colleague says she suspects the senior management is testing my English, which leads me to think that acing this test may not actually be to my benefit (i.e., I could get more of these!).