Nobody understands what I do here

I'm working on a new project to covert and edit some documents from Word to Frame. I analyzed the documents that were submitted, estimated the time, created a proposal, had it approved, and got to work.

When I finished converting ABC.book to Frame, I started editing it. Then my client gives me a new version of the document. I grumble "Is this the final version?" My client says it is, so I figure it has some minor changes to it. I finish my edit with the intention that I will compare the two versions and simply add what was changed to the new document.

I just looked at the new version of this document. It's not a NEW version as opposed to a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT version. Nothing in it is the same -- they are completely independent in every way possible. Okay... they have some similarities: they are both badly written.

What's worse, this new document (DEF.book) is twice the size of the ABC.book! It's like you give me a week to read Moby Dick and prepare a book summary, only to switch it on the last day with A Tale of Two Cities and say "You'll still have that report ready by tomorrow right?" I can, but it'll start off with the line "It was the best of whales, it was the worst of whales..."

So I go see my contact, explaining that I cannot deliver this today. He's incredulous. "But I promised the client I would deliver it today. Okay... just don't do a deep edit. Can you get it to me tomorrow?"

I wasn't supposed to come in tomorrow. I was supposed to only work today. *le sigh* He'd better hope I have no questions to be answered on this new document or he won't be getting it tomorrow either.

*grumble*

It turns out I have style... Who knew?

On Facebook, there's an app called Honesty Box that allows people to answer questions completely anonymously. I've gotten some good feedback on a variety of questions I've posted, some of it brutally honest, but my ego can deal with that (I've also gotten some moronic feedback, which I found pretty easy to ignore).

But lately, I've been leaving bits of requested feedback to people, only to have them reply with "Thanks for the advice Hobbes". Gah! What gave me away?!?

It turns out I have a recognizable writing style, which I didn't really think I had, aside from being grammatically correct and purposefully avoiding the mdrn l33t contrakshuns dat perme8 yr txt msg culture IMHO.

I don't know why I thought I could keep my medical condition from seeping into my writing style. You didn't know? It's true and there's no cure for Excessive Personality Disorder. It's a burden to bear, let me tell you.