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On the eve...
Sep. 24th, 2007 10:05 pmToday was the end of my "mini-vacation," not that I didn't work.
I hammered out two of the three translations due Wednesday, along with a rush job (another radiogram) that was turned around in very short order. The third translation - a PowerPoint presentation - is about 15% complete. I have no doubt that I can complete the file tomorrow afternoon.
I've spent the last 30 minutes or so boning up on terminology for tomorrow's 4-hour assignment in the middle of the day. If last week's work pointed anything out, it's that I've perhaps become complacent as far as my familiarity with the subject at hand is concerned. My comfort level with aerospace terms used for the space program is apparently not entirely warranted when speakers start spouting management-speak related to the petrochemical industry.
Shiloh can apparently scale our backyard fence, since she was able to get out past the secured gates. I spent a frantic few minutes running around on the street in front of the house shouting "Shiloh!" every few seconds, wondering - in the back of my mind - whether those embedded RFID tags really work. Fortunately, the mutt came running around a house that's down at the end of the block (which probably sounds like it's far away, but isn't) and then took off like greased lightning in my direction, realizing only too late that I might not be the happiest camper in the world.
Time to wind down.
Cheers...
I hammered out two of the three translations due Wednesday, along with a rush job (another radiogram) that was turned around in very short order. The third translation - a PowerPoint presentation - is about 15% complete. I have no doubt that I can complete the file tomorrow afternoon.
I've spent the last 30 minutes or so boning up on terminology for tomorrow's 4-hour assignment in the middle of the day. If last week's work pointed anything out, it's that I've perhaps become complacent as far as my familiarity with the subject at hand is concerned. My comfort level with aerospace terms used for the space program is apparently not entirely warranted when speakers start spouting management-speak related to the petrochemical industry.
Shiloh can apparently scale our backyard fence, since she was able to get out past the secured gates. I spent a frantic few minutes running around on the street in front of the house shouting "Shiloh!" every few seconds, wondering - in the back of my mind - whether those embedded RFID tags really work. Fortunately, the mutt came running around a house that's down at the end of the block (which probably sounds like it's far away, but isn't) and then took off like greased lightning in my direction, realizing only too late that I might not be the happiest camper in the world.
Time to wind down.
Cheers...
