Believe it or not, that is the condition of my desk right now.

Not long ago, I decluttered my desk, removing piles of papers and either filing them, recycling them, or shredding them. I have only important items on my desk at the moment. What are these important items (other than my crucially important laptop)? you may ask.

First, there is my At-A-Glance DayMinder weekly planner. I absolutely love At-A-Glance, because the spaces for each day are large—the better for writing in more goals for the day. It’s spiral bound, so it will stay flat and open on my desk. And although it is large enough for my handwriting, it actually fits in my purse, so I can tote it to medical and dental appointments.

There’s also my little orange calculator. No, it’s not the printing kind, but those make me nervous, so I don’t like them anyway. My calculator is useful for estimating the cost of an editing project and figuring invoices.

I also have a black stress ball on my desk. The ball is good for getting my stress out through my hands when I am reading something that needs a lot of work. Next to it is the case containing my Forte ear buds. I never use the ear buds while I work, but I charge them during that time. There’s nothing worse than taking an evening walk while listening to music and having one’s ear buds run out of juice.

Finally, I have the Fiedler Editorial financial records on the left side of the desk and my Garfield mouse pad on the right side next to the laptop. If you have been reading this blog for a good while, you know that I adore all things Garfield.

My high school journalism teacher once had a sign on her desk that read, “A neat desk is a sign of a sick mind.” You can imagine what my teacher’s desk looked like.

What important items are on your desk, besides your computer?

In an academic research laboratory, staff members with disabilities are more common than one might think. I worked in several different research labs in the past while having mild cerebral palsy and a documented mental illness. Some of my supervisors were incredibly patient, kind, and understanding, although they expected no less than my best work (which they deserved). Others, however, simply did not know how to treat other human beings, much less those with disabilities.

Looking back on my eight years in scientific research labs, I have put together a list of dos and don’ts for lab supervisors regarding a staff member with disabilities.

Do try to get to know your staff member at least somewhat. Find out how they like to approach challenges and let them use those methods to solve problems with their work.

Don’t force your way of doing things on your staff member (unless it is crucial for the success of the experiment or for safety concerns). There may be more than one way of performing a method, and your staff member might feel that a way other than yours is easier, more comfortable, and even more effective.

Do be patient with a staff member who tries to work quickly but simply cannot. Avoid telling them to “hurry up” or asking them, “What’s taking so long?” This is ableist behavior on your part.

Don’t say, “Spit it out,” to a staff member who stutters or stammers while speaking to you. Chances are this is a reaction to being bullied by you.

Do take your staff member aside to a private place when you need to give them a “talking-to,” and do so in your indoor voice.

Don’t dress your staff member down loudly in front of their coworkers when they mess up. Nobody deserves this.

Dear reader, what other suggestions might you have for lab supervisors?

(WARNING: If you love Facebook and can’t live without it, please take your eyes from this post. I am about to explain why and how much I dislike it.)

I was active on Facebook for almost nine years between November 2008 and October 2017. During that time, I went from being fascinated with it to hating it. On October 5, 2017, I deleted my profile and account completely and have not returned to the platform since. I have never regretted this decision or attempted to come back. Please let me explain why.

1. It was a big time-waster. I often spent an hour or more scrolling and reading when I had more important things to do. At one point, I had to limit my Facebook time by saying, “You cannot be on Facebook from X hour to Y hour.” That limit was often difficult to stick to, because the platform was so addictive to me.
2. The content made me very stressed. People were posting all kinds of bad news on Facebook and articles about things to avoid and watch out for and be concerned and stressed about. And I bet that half of it was untrue.
3. The comments people made on other people’s posts were unbelievable sometimes. I had to ask, “Do you talk that way in real life?”
4. The ugly, hate-filled replies to a few of my own comments, written by people I didn’t know from Adam. Apparently, I “hate liberty and freedom” and “just want attention,” according to some folks who have never even met me and don’t know what I have been through.
5. The polarized political opinions that many people posted. Obviously, if you don’t have the guts to say it to someone’s face, write it on Facebook, right?
6. The ubiquitous memes, many of which were just plain awful.

These days, I use LinkedIn as my social media of choice. It was meant to be professional in nature when it was created, but some see it as another Facebook. I also use YouTube quite a bit, although I rarely comment on videos because it seems I always regret doing so. I have never used Snapchat or TikTok, and that shows my age.

Which social media platforms do you love and/or dislike?

N.B. Next weekend, I will be away from the blog (and my home). I wish all my readers a happy and safe weekend, and I will return to the blog on August 11.

Let me start off this week’s post by saying that if you are unemployed right now…I’m sorry.

I feel your pain. I was long-term unemployed myself in the past and those days were very dark. The grueling job applications…the frightening interviews…the rejection emails…I’ve been there. Please remember that you are not worthless or a loser.

If you have a friend or family member who is unemployed, it is tempting to say certain things to try to encourage them (“try” being the operative word). I would like to ask you to please refrain from telling them the following:

“How’s the job search going?” (Painfully, I am sure. And they probably don’t want to talk about it.)

“How did that interview go?” (If they really want you to know, they will tell you.)

“Have you heard from that job yet?” (If they had, they would have told you by now.)

“You should try looking on [insert name of job search engine here].” (Chances are that they already have looked.)

“When one door closes, another opens.” (This is the oldest cliché in the book.)

“Maybe God doesn’t want you to have a job right now. Maybe He wants you to be a missionary.” (Yes, someone actually said this to me once.)

“You should try applying at [insert name of low-paying entity here]. I hear they pay good money.” (Stop. Just stop.)

“Maybe people think you’re overqualified.” (It’s not like they can do anything about it.)

“Have you ever thought about going back to school?” (With whose money? Now more than ever, they need it to put food on their table.)

“You can’t buy a new pair of shoes. You don’t have a job.” (Yes, someone actually said this to me once as well. If you don’t have enough manners to not say this, you probably should not be a member of society.)

If you spent time unemployed, what atrocities did you hear?

In one corner of the bulletin board that hangs on the wall above my work desk, I have an inspirational postcard which was sent to me a few years ago by a beloved childhood friend. It has a picture of a rainbow and reads “Better Days Ahead.”

Let’s just say that these days, I look at it a lot.

With the exception of the month of May, the time period from March up to and including the present day has seen business dry up for the most part. It’s not because my clients are ditching me—none of them have. It’s because they simply have not had work for me to do. Everyone who is in the independent editing business knows that work is either “feast or famine,” to use a tired cliché, and that the income is not steady.

It has not been often that I do my books at the end of the month and see that my expenses outweighed my earnings. But that is what happened in June.

However, I do believe what that postcard says—there are better days ahead.

The retail company for whom I edit is gearing up to begin creating its yearly catalogs, and in the fall and early winter, those keep me quite busy (and earn me quite a bit). The company will also be redesigning its website soon, and that will give me a lot of work to do next year, since there are many pages on the site.

The university for whom I edit scientific research manuscripts is getting ready to launch a public relations campaign to encourage more researchers to use its editing service.

Right now, I am researching biochemistry and biology departments at various R01 research universities and sending cold emails to department chairs, offering my editing services for their department’s manuscripts. This takes a lot of courage and thick skin. I have thus far received one response, consisting of eight words: “Please remove my name from your mailing list.”

Still, I carry on. Eventually one of them will show interest in my services.

Fellow freelance editors, what do you do to encourage yourself when you are down?

Does anyone out there still use USB (Universal Serial Bus) drives?

I don’t often use them, but I do if I am writing something like a blog post, which I don’t want cluttering up my cloud storage. Right now, I am saving this post on a USB drive, which contains all of my posts since May 5. Before that date, I was using another USB drive to save my blog posts and it went bad. See? That’s the problem with USB drives.

Between about 2010 and 2019, I only used USB drives to save my material. I have a small collection of USB drives which now are almost never touched. These drives contain old cover letters that I wrote as part of job applications, old blog posts, and even chapters of a novel I wrote about ten years ago which is badly in need of a developmental editor. It is embarrassing to admit this, because many people were using cloud storage before I was. I was the one with the little stick protruding from the side of her laptop (or, before that, from the front of her minitower).

About a year after I started my editing business, I was introduced to Dropbox. Dropbox has been a lifesaver for me. More than a terabyte of storage for whatever I want to put into it, and it’s all for me. When I first began talking to my husband about cloud storage, he asked me, “Where exactly is ‘the cloud’?”

“The cloud,” I explained, “is in Heaven. Imagine everyone owning a piece of Heaven—their very own piece, and they can put whatever files they want into their piece. That’s the best way I can explain cloud storage.”

USB drives, unlike the cloud, have very limited storage capability by comparison, and as I said before, they can fail without warning. It was only a matter of time before they became obsolete; the laptop which my husband bought this past March doesn’t even have a USB port.

Once my old USB drives all fail, I might make Christmas ornaments out of them.

If you have USB drives lying around, what do you do (or what have you done) with them?