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Moscow bound (almost)...
Jul. 22nd, 2005 06:15 amYesterday was a pretty busy day for the interpretation team, in the sense that there weren't enough people to go around, so I ended up supporting the operation to place the satellite into its container for almost 8 hours. As I had never seen a satellite placed into its coccoon, it wasn't an entirely uninteresting show, which started by having several members of the Astrium team push a dolly carrying the satellite into Hall 101, reminding me of one time during college when some friends of mine and I pushed my fondly recalled Ford Falcon for several blocks, but I digress...
It was that kind of day.
A few hours before I was due to be relieved, I was informed there was a French-to-Russian translation that had to be done, and that it was waiting for me in two parts: one page in the physical inbox at the interpretation office and one page in the virtual inbox on the network. (You'd think it couldn't get more complicated, but it could.)
I managed to get the Pinkertons to bring me down the physical page, so I could look at it at odd moments (and so I would not be sitting in Hall 101 wondering, "What is it?"). As it turned out, it was a fairly simple document even if it was, actually, a translation from French and English into Russian. (Fortunately, nobody wanted a completely English copy of the document, so I was saved writing another, separate translation, though I did have to clarify a fairly serious ambiguity.)
Upon returning to the Fili, I handed in my radio (nobody had told me - and nobody has formally told me yet - that those interpreters supporting the Antonov loading this morning, i.e., moi and Vladimir, should retain their radios. I'm sure we'll think of something). I then translated the document, ate a quick dinner, and went upstairs to pack.
Upon finishing that operation, I wandered over to the Polyot hotel where Vladimir was interpreting for a party being held in honor of the birthdays of a couple of the Russian managers. I did not intrude, as Vladimir seemed to be in control of things; instead, I joined a couple of the Pinkertons for a beer. Later, once the dance music started, I did drop in on the party and ended up interpreting.
I escorted the combined American/French contingent back to the Fili at nearly 1 am. I've had less than 5 hours sleep, but it's a "natural" less-than-5-hours, plus I'll have plenty of opportunity to sleep on the plane. Wheels-up is scheduled for 1:30 pm local time.
Gotta go eat a quick breakfast and get ready for the day.
Cheers...
It was that kind of day.
A few hours before I was due to be relieved, I was informed there was a French-to-Russian translation that had to be done, and that it was waiting for me in two parts: one page in the physical inbox at the interpretation office and one page in the virtual inbox on the network. (You'd think it couldn't get more complicated, but it could.)
I managed to get the Pinkertons to bring me down the physical page, so I could look at it at odd moments (and so I would not be sitting in Hall 101 wondering, "What is it?"). As it turned out, it was a fairly simple document even if it was, actually, a translation from French and English into Russian. (Fortunately, nobody wanted a completely English copy of the document, so I was saved writing another, separate translation, though I did have to clarify a fairly serious ambiguity.)
Upon returning to the Fili, I handed in my radio (nobody had told me - and nobody has formally told me yet - that those interpreters supporting the Antonov loading this morning, i.e., moi and Vladimir, should retain their radios. I'm sure we'll think of something). I then translated the document, ate a quick dinner, and went upstairs to pack.
Upon finishing that operation, I wandered over to the Polyot hotel where Vladimir was interpreting for a party being held in honor of the birthdays of a couple of the Russian managers. I did not intrude, as Vladimir seemed to be in control of things; instead, I joined a couple of the Pinkertons for a beer. Later, once the dance music started, I did drop in on the party and ended up interpreting.
I escorted the combined American/French contingent back to the Fili at nearly 1 am. I've had less than 5 hours sleep, but it's a "natural" less-than-5-hours, plus I'll have plenty of opportunity to sleep on the plane. Wheels-up is scheduled for 1:30 pm local time.
Gotta go eat a quick breakfast and get ready for the day.
Cheers...
