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Sim. Sala. Bim.
Jun. 17th, 2002 05:57 pmEverything went swimmingly this morning on my way out the door, up until the time came for me to make sure I had my wallet. Wallets are, of course, important to have around but it was particularly important to have mine with me this morning, as I need to present my driver license to the security folks at JSC to get a temporary access tag for my car.
I didn't find the thing.
It was not a case of simply misplacing it somewhere around the house, I was sure of that. I left a little earlier, to give me enough time to park at the security building and walk to my first activity today, and lucked out when I fellow I knew gave me a lift from the security building to where I had to be.
My first assignment was to interpret, when required, for Salizhan Sharipov for a session that he had with fellow crewmember Don Pettit having to do with advanced cardiac life support. I say "when required," I mean I was there mostly to explain things he was not familiar with. That didn't give me a heck of a lot to do, because Salizhan pretty much grokked everything the instructors were explaining. (One notable exception was the term "intubation" - the Russian word for which is the transliteration "интубация" - which has to do with the insertion of a device to open up the airway of a stricken, unconscious patient.)
During a break in the sessions, I called my bank in Pagosa and canceled the debit cards that were in the wallet, just to be on the safe side. Later, I called Lee and had her call the theater to see if anyone turned in the wallet. When I called her again during the last break, she said the wallet was at the theater, and that I could pick it up on the way home.
That was not the extent of my troubles for the day. Somewhere between the end of the crew training sessions and the start of the afternoon sim, the entry for the sim disappeared from my Pilot IIIx. (Frankly, this worries me. How did this happen? Das ist nicht gut.)
I remembered the sim was in a particular room, but wasn't sure about the time. Arriving at the room, the folks there looked at me as if I were crazy. The room was reserved, they said, for their activities; they knew nothing of any sim.
So, I found a phone and called my client's office to ask for the details. It turned out I'd remembered everything correctly, except for the time. I was an hour and a half early.
It's a short sim, as such activities go: only 5 hours. It's been pretty eventful thus far (from the interpretation point of view), but that's not a bad thing.
Just three more hours.
Cheers...
I didn't find the thing.
It was not a case of simply misplacing it somewhere around the house, I was sure of that. I left a little earlier, to give me enough time to park at the security building and walk to my first activity today, and lucked out when I fellow I knew gave me a lift from the security building to where I had to be.
My first assignment was to interpret, when required, for Salizhan Sharipov for a session that he had with fellow crewmember Don Pettit having to do with advanced cardiac life support. I say "when required," I mean I was there mostly to explain things he was not familiar with. That didn't give me a heck of a lot to do, because Salizhan pretty much grokked everything the instructors were explaining. (One notable exception was the term "intubation" - the Russian word for which is the transliteration "интубация" - which has to do with the insertion of a device to open up the airway of a stricken, unconscious patient.)
During a break in the sessions, I called my bank in Pagosa and canceled the debit cards that were in the wallet, just to be on the safe side. Later, I called Lee and had her call the theater to see if anyone turned in the wallet. When I called her again during the last break, she said the wallet was at the theater, and that I could pick it up on the way home.
That was not the extent of my troubles for the day. Somewhere between the end of the crew training sessions and the start of the afternoon sim, the entry for the sim disappeared from my Pilot IIIx. (Frankly, this worries me. How did this happen? Das ist nicht gut.)
I remembered the sim was in a particular room, but wasn't sure about the time. Arriving at the room, the folks there looked at me as if I were crazy. The room was reserved, they said, for their activities; they knew nothing of any sim.
So, I found a phone and called my client's office to ask for the details. It turned out I'd remembered everything correctly, except for the time. I was an hour and a half early.
It's a short sim, as such activities go: only 5 hours. It's been pretty eventful thus far (from the interpretation point of view), but that's not a bad thing.
Just three more hours.
Cheers...
