There's only one significant thing I dislike about the job (apart from the peanuts they pay me), and that's the fact that it's self-publishing.

Which means the author is always the last word on what does and does not get done to the manuscript.

Which means that they are allowed to come back with delusional remarks (like: "The right-hand margin doesn't align (on a justified paragraph) and the word 'and' is bigger on line four than on line eighteen.") and utterly stupid suggestions (like: "Add two paragraphs to this page but I don't want it to go over to the next page despite the fact that it's only just fitting now.").

And even when they are just ridiculous beyond the call of duty, I am not allowed to respond with: "No, no, a thousand times no, for verily, thou art an Idiot."

Well, officially I'm not. There's no power on earth sufficient to prevent me from screaming it in the privacy of the office.