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It was almost exactly a year ago that I applied to grad school, was weighed and measured and found worthy, in competition with I'm not sure how many people. Today, I find that I've been weighed and measured again, by people who don't know me at all, and granted new superpowers in the ODP; calling it a competition is not quite correct for you don't apply for this, but I am now one of a few hundred among the ~1000 editors who can edit anywhere in the directory.

I don't mind it at all when people look at my work and think it's sufficiently good. Not even a little bit. But the question remains: If I have managed to attain these positions which not everybody reaches, how come I can't defend my bedcover against a 4-kg cat at night?

posted by Linnéa Anglemark at 15:29 0 comments

Saturday, October 18, 2003