It's been a million years (okay, two) since I posted here, but I am trying to get my act together on this. I continue to feel like one of the luckiest fools on the planet with the nature of my work. Here are some recent highlights of my days: Interpreting for a dear old friend ...continue reading "A Long Time Gone"
A recent case of mine involved a client locked up for assault. Said client carries a diagnosis of mental retardation, severe epilepsy, and psychotic tendencies. A recent outburst of the aforementioned psychotic tendencies is what landed his butt in jail. These cases are always a challenge for an interpreter. The trick of the matter is ...continue reading "It’s Hard To Argue With Simplicity"
As I embark upon keeping a public record of my work, I have been asked by colleagues about the issue of confidentiality. One of the tenets of my profession is that we have to maintain a certain degree of secrecy about our work. This helps folks trust us in our work and know that we ...continue reading "Mum’s The Word"
I think my job is pretty interesting. Strike that. My job is downright fascinating. At social gatherings, when everyone is sitting around doing their best impression of a coworker (who invariably resembles a character from the movie Office Space), I tend to be uncharacteristically quiet. You see, I'm self-employed. When my day sucks, it's my ...continue reading "These Hands Were Made For Talking"