Quietly, and with passion...
Jul. 11th, 2008 12:24 pmToday was my first opportunity to interpret at the daily coordination meeting, where all of the parties involved - ILS, Khrunichev, and Astrium - get together and hash out any issues that may require attention to keep the campaign moving along smoothly. Not that there was any doubt, but I survived the experience.
Tomorrow, I am the "on call" interpreter, a 24-hour gig that doesn't require one to be anywhere in particular - aside from the area of the hotels - and doesn't require 24 hours of consciousness; one simply must be responsive to any calls on the radio. On Sunday, I'm slated to go into Baikonur town, which my boss here, Victor, thinks is crazy ("It's going to be 45 degrees in the shade!" he tells me, citing a Celsius temperature that's equivalent to 115°F).
I'll take my chances.
My weight this morning was 215, according to the scales in the workout room. While this may indeed represent water loss, I have been weighing myself on those scales at the same time (before breakfast) and in the same condition (bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, in shorts and a tee shirt) so that any "systematic error" will be constant. And I've been careful to consume at least one 1.25-liter bottle of water daily, in addition to the other liquids I normally drink, so it's not as if dehydration is a looming threat.
Still, I need to get some more exercise in, for both conditioning purposes and weight loss, because chaque jour et en toutes circonstances, je suis de plus en plus enjoué![1]
Cheers...
[1] Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better!
Tomorrow, I am the "on call" interpreter, a 24-hour gig that doesn't require one to be anywhere in particular - aside from the area of the hotels - and doesn't require 24 hours of consciousness; one simply must be responsive to any calls on the radio. On Sunday, I'm slated to go into Baikonur town, which my boss here, Victor, thinks is crazy ("It's going to be 45 degrees in the shade!" he tells me, citing a Celsius temperature that's equivalent to 115°F).
I'll take my chances.
My weight this morning was 215, according to the scales in the workout room. While this may indeed represent water loss, I have been weighing myself on those scales at the same time (before breakfast) and in the same condition (bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, in shorts and a tee shirt) so that any "systematic error" will be constant. And I've been careful to consume at least one 1.25-liter bottle of water daily, in addition to the other liquids I normally drink, so it's not as if dehydration is a looming threat.
Still, I need to get some more exercise in, for both conditioning purposes and weight loss, because chaque jour et en toutes circonstances, je suis de plus en plus enjoué![1]
Cheers...
[1] Every day, in every way, I am getting better and better!