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May. 28th, 2007 02:00 pmIt occurs to me that I first came down to Houston to work on space-related translations during the Memorial Day weekend of 1995. I remember being offered a daily rate and rejecting it in favor of a per-word rate, preferring to take my chances with the vicissitudes of work flow than to accept the fairly low stipend offered no matter how much (or how little) work there might be.
My gamble turned out to be the right choice, as I made out very well financially during that trip, and even got my first taste of interpretation - a couple of telecons, if memory serves - during that outing. Eventually, that led to a full-time position that came to an end in November 2000, after I had started this journal.
It's been a fairly busy shift so far, with most of my work coming from the Execute Package (checking translations). A DVIS has its speaker connected to space-to-ground, which forms the ambient sound environment here in the MSR. Two and a half hours to go.
Cheers...
My gamble turned out to be the right choice, as I made out very well financially during that trip, and even got my first taste of interpretation - a couple of telecons, if memory serves - during that outing. Eventually, that led to a full-time position that came to an end in November 2000, after I had started this journal.
It's been a fairly busy shift so far, with most of my work coming from the Execute Package (checking translations). A DVIS has its speaker connected to space-to-ground, which forms the ambient sound environment here in the MSR. Two and a half hours to go.
Cheers...