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It's been a while since I've worked in the MCC on a weekend, so I've almost forgotten what it's like for an assignment to be cut short due to there being really nothing much to do. When I got here this morning, Oleg B. had done most of the day's workload, leaving me one radiogram to translate and another to review. After he left, another radiogram arrived (putatively demonstrating the worth of there being a second Execute Package shift) which I translated with dispatch.
So right now, the folks here on the third floor are looking forward to a formal notification that it's okay to go home. ("Attention! The planners have left the building!")
Since there won't be anyone here to work for, it doesn't make sense for me to stick around, either, which is too bad for my wallet, but that's the breaks. (On the other hand, there's no glory in leaving early, either.)
As I was going out the door this morning, Galina told me that she'll probably do the rounds of the Brown Center downtown, which is hosting a Texas-sized "home show" (so I hope she doesn't return home with any 'surprises'), so I guess I'll take my time - relatively speaking - getting home.
There are signs on the "personal activity" bulletin boards here at the MCC for a Center-wide table tennis club. I called the listed contact number last night and spoke with a gentleman who is a real fan of the sport, and found out that probably the simplest thing to do with the rubber on my paddle is to glue it back on using rubber cement. (This, after running through several alternatives that sounded time-consuming and definitely expensive.)
The rubber that's on the paddle now is about 10 years old, but it can't be of any worse quality than the stuff that was on the paddles in Kazakhstan last year, and it's definitely in better shape than another paddle I bought back while I was in college (something called "Double Happiness"), whose rubber - while intact - has all the spring and bounce of a wet rag after all these years.
The operations planner ("Ops Plan" to her interlocutors) has just released her crew, which by extension, includes me. I'm outaheah!
Cheers...
So right now, the folks here on the third floor are looking forward to a formal notification that it's okay to go home. ("Attention! The planners have left the building!")
Since there won't be anyone here to work for, it doesn't make sense for me to stick around, either, which is too bad for my wallet, but that's the breaks. (On the other hand, there's no glory in leaving early, either.)
As I was going out the door this morning, Galina told me that she'll probably do the rounds of the Brown Center downtown, which is hosting a Texas-sized "home show" (so I hope she doesn't return home with any 'surprises'), so I guess I'll take my time - relatively speaking - getting home.
There are signs on the "personal activity" bulletin boards here at the MCC for a Center-wide table tennis club. I called the listed contact number last night and spoke with a gentleman who is a real fan of the sport, and found out that probably the simplest thing to do with the rubber on my paddle is to glue it back on using rubber cement. (This, after running through several alternatives that sounded time-consuming and definitely expensive.)
The rubber that's on the paddle now is about 10 years old, but it can't be of any worse quality than the stuff that was on the paddles in Kazakhstan last year, and it's definitely in better shape than another paddle I bought back while I was in college (something called "Double Happiness"), whose rubber - while intact - has all the spring and bounce of a wet rag after all these years.
The operations planner ("Ops Plan" to her interlocutors) has just released her crew, which by extension, includes me. I'm outaheah!
Cheers...
