Steph, it's good to know my workplace isn't the only one that's crazy.
I'm working on a journal that has a
strict
page limit of 14 pages. About half the papers are more than that. So we ask the EiC for special permission, and about half the time she gives it, so half of the papers get to ignore the "strict" page limit and half of them get pissed that they can't. Then it's up to me to ask the author to cut one to three pages out of his paper, well after peer review and acceptance, and so who does he get pissed at? Me, of course.
Then it's up to me to ask the author to cut one to three pages out of his paper, well after peer review and acceptance, and so who does he get pissed at? Me, of course.
Right. If we have a rule that an article can't have 3 tables, and yet an article with 3 tables gets accepted, it wasn't my decision to accept the damn paper, so I assume it's okay. But of course it's not okay, so they make the freelancer (who isn't even allowed to speak with the EIC, which would make things so much easier) sort this shit out. It's not *just* bullshit, it's inefficient bullshit.
I'm having some light bleeding and headed to the hospital. I was in RI when it started and Mom is driving me. It feels like the longest car ride of my life.
ETA: I'm fine and the baby is fine.
All my digits are crossed, sj.
Oh sj, I'm sending you all the ~ma I've got. Please keep us posted when you can. I'll be thinking of you and hoping with all my heart that you and ltc are OK.
I hate when my shins sweat.
Summer is coming.
