During my stint at Wolfe Publishing, the "proof-readers" (all women) were the secretaries, book-keeper, type-setter, and make-up assistants whose secondary job was "proofing" galleys while they watched their soap operas on the TV that the boss had provided in the common room for them.
So at night, I spent several hours reproofing the "finished, camera-ready" boards. The next morning, the gals'd have to redo every "camera-ready" board to eliminate the dozens of typos that I'd found. One result was that I was decidedly unpopular among those gals � all of whom were divorc�es with an indelible dislike for men, anyway.
