Woke at 7.30 a.m. Morning routine.
Went out the door at 9 a.m., crossed the garden and the construction site outside, walk up to number 16, took the elevator to the 11th floor, went into apartment 1102 and sat down.
Today’s plan was to read through the paper one more time and catch everything we had missed over the weekend. Today should be the last day of work.
In an effort to increase efficiency, the girls started reading through the paper, while I wrote an executive summary. It soon turned out that this was a bad idea. Not only did we suddenly have three different documents with various degree of corrections made, but lots of time was spent arguing over which word to use and where to put the comma rather than focusing on finding actual mistakes. We agreed to proceed together on one computer.
I began reading out loud and stopped only for lunch and the occasional Snickers. When reading it aloud it was easier for us to pick up on sentence structure errors as well. At 8.30 p.m. my head was about to explode and my eyes red from staring into the screen all day. We had yet to read through the strategy, but after a call to the copy place where we learned that it would only take about three hours to print the paper, we decided that we had plenty of time and could pick it up again in the morning.
I returned to the apartment and tried not to speak. Never before have I been more tired of my own voice. I relaxed for a bit in the darkness and solitude of my room. In bed a little past 11 p.m., but had no chance of falling asleep. I kept going over the SWOT-analysis in my head, wondering what the purpose of the double-weighted SWOT was. Needless to say, I have been scarred from the last couple of days.