Time to put away childish things and talk work again.
My background is in publishing and I have an actual German education as a Typesetter with letterpress experience and a further specialisation to a proofreader. These are things that are very important in Germany, you don’t just get a job by telling people you’re good at a thing – you need to have the paperwork too.
So when someone posted in the German forum about needing a proofreader for the German edition of Weightwatchers Magazine, about 2012 it was, I was very happy to oblige. I went to the publishing house at Covent Garden for a few days per 2-month publishing cycle, and that was fine. Weightwatchers Magazine is about 40 percent recipes, some beauty and fashion, and the rest of it is about not eating food. But a few days per two months, no problem.
Then the German editor needed a new sub-editor and asked if I wanted to do it. Fine, I said, more hours, more responsibility, great, I love it, let’s do some real work! And back I was in a proper publishing role.
And I was completely unprepared for how much more it would affect me. Reading, editing, translating, designing, checking texts that were all about not eating food, or eating food, or exercising more so you could eat more, or recipes so you would not be too hungry. Every time I came out of there I was absolutely starving and I couldn’t stop eating.
I know, actually absorbing the subject matter that you’re working with, right? What a mistake. Never do it.
The added problem was that my German, while perfect at the time I left the country, was stuck in the nineties. It just wasn’t up-do-date enough to do the work, so I struggled. German that’s new and trendy has all the cool English words in it, you know.
So I stopped doing that, but by then I had gained 10 pounds, and kept going with that. I had never had an issue with my weight until I worked there. Thanks, Weightwatchers Magazine.