Pulling an all-nighter on a truly awful tour guide to Dali. Rush job for a woman who claims to be SL’s friend; SL told me about the job like this: “That bitch I used to work with? She has two books she wants translated, and asked me to ask you, but don’t do it, OK? She’s a real bitch, and she won’t pay you well, and she won’t give you any time to get things done.”
“Sounds great!” I said.
Well, I need the money.
Not that it’s good money. The Lijiang book was about 32,000 characters, for which I will be paid RMB 8000. I did the work in about 12 hours, but that’s just because I work very quickly; on an hourly rate it’s pretty good, but given that the standard bare minimum that I try to charge for translation is RMB 300 per 1000 characters, and that I usually ask for RMB 500 per 1000, the pay’s really shit. Especially since she then added 2000 characters and had me do it for free.
(I am bad at saying no.)
The Dali book? 22,000 characters. For which I will be paid RMB 4,000. Do the math yourselves. I was given 3 days to do it, but since I have been working on other freelance stuff all week, such that I haven’t gotten more than about 5 hours’ sleep per night for the last 10 days, I didn’t get to start on it until tonight. Nothing hard about the language, but this woman’s writing is fucking atrocious, and she has literary pretensions, and I can feel my brain turning to jelly.
This, combined with the insultingly low pay, is not really doing much to motivate me to finish the thing by the noon Friday deadline, but I suppose I will. Though really, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel anything even approaching bad, considering that I (a) am only barely conscious at this point, despite having drunk about 9 cups of strong coffee today, (b) have already told this woman, several times, that she could have work that was good, fast, or cheap, but not all three, and stressed that, no matter how much she acts as if she’s my or SL’s friend, the fact remains that I’m translating garbage text for garbage pay, and doing it in an unrealistic and unprofessional timeframe.
Now back to translating descriptions of shitty dance shows and commodified minority culture. (The Dai people love to sing and dance all day. (So do the Naxi. (So do the Mosuo. (It’s taking all of my willpower not to insert things into the translated text that would hurt the feelings of the Chinese people.))))
Anyone out there know of work that would pay something not totally insulting? I’m very good, very fast, and very desperate.
Update: The worst thing is translating little restaurant writeups and having to be cheery. A sample, so you see what I’m up against:
Bai Le Ningmeng is decorated simply: full-length windows looking onto the street, rattan tables, and peony-embroidered tablecloths. Sometimes you’ll see the owners coming back from market with ingredients. The owner’s wife makes french fries every morning, and they’re just as tasty and nutritious as KFC’s and – at RMB5 a basket – a great and cheap way to relive your student days. 9
(Elisions are necessary since the English has to have the same line-count as the Chinese. [In Word, if not on LJ]) (Also, the miniature devil that sits on my right shoulder tried to get me to translate the names of the restaurants literally — I’ma go eat at Hundred-Happiness Lemons! — but the miniature angel on my left shoulder won out. For now.)
The one upside: catching a reference to a Du Mu poem in the name of one of the restaurants. On the one hand, it’s nice to know that I didn’t study Tang poetry in vain; on the other hand, this is such a fucking mountain of toss that it kind of cancels out whatever joy I got from that.
Also: I am whining, people, which means that you’re all supposed to post sympathetic comments. Jesus, I have to spell everything out.