About the Blog
During a job interview a few years ago, I was asked the following question:
“Do you think proofreaders are born or made?”
Without hesitation, I replied that while someone can pick up on the nuances of how the job actually works in the real world, a true proofreader is most definitely born. I honestly believe that because spotting errors is something I’ve been doing for as long as I can remember.
And it’s been both a blessing and a curse to be born with such an eye but at the same time, it’s been a bit of fun to spot goofy little errors wherever I go. In the past I would just chuckle at such errors and point them out to whomever I was with. But now smartphones, when coupled with any number of social media outlets and their accompanying apps, have made it easy share the errors with the world and within seconds.
That’s what I plan to do here since it seems that many people need to be scheduled for a pencilectomy: they need to step away from the pencil, pen, keyboard, Magic Marker, or whatever the tool they may be using to try to make their point. Such tools, when in the wrong hands, will produce the evidence you will see here.
Some might be acceptable under the circumstances; others are just wrong. No matter the case, I hope you get a chuckle out of what I’ve collected here.
I’m Dave and I’ve worked as a proofreader since 2003. I was also a Senior Copy Editor/Writer/Proofreader for a small marketing company here in California where I starting getting paid for doing what has come natural all of my life. I am currently a proofreader for a major manufacturer of medical devices, in particular, transcatheter heart valves and their accompanying accessories. I proof items as simple as packing labels or complex as 24-language Instructions for Use. It’s a heavy responsibility but one I handle with pride.
This blog is meant to make you laugh and say, “What the hell were they thinking?” or quite simply, “Really”? It is also a means of therapy for the little boy inside of me that still has a hard time accepting the warning he once saw near a mound of dirt and spray-painted in black on a dilapidated wooden fence:
NO BIKE RIDEING
Feel free to leave comments on each post and join the conversation. And if you really like what I’ve got going on here, subscribe via RSS or by clicking the link on the right. Naturally, you can also follow me @pencilectomy since that Twitter thing seems to still be all the rage.
By the way, I never got the job I mentioned in the first sentence. Wrong answer, perhaps?
Thanks for stopping by,
P.S. This is for fun. Errors, while not as serious as the ones I will highlight, will happen. Please alert me to them