Federal court? Check. Complex pre-surgical instructions with informed consent? Done. Doctoral defense for candidate who is Deaf? No sweat! But, this my friend is “The Pirates of Penzance,” a 140-year-old musical, adapted from opera, cut from 2 1/2 hours to just under 50 minutes, sung by 5th and 6th graders (including the children of your 4 Deaf clients) in a school cafeteria using donated sound equipment. You need prove your bravery in no other way.
Code of Professional Conduct, abridgment by Uncle Dale:
Don’t do dumb things.
If the radiologist gives you a lead smock to protect you from x-rays and it has someone’s name written on it- it never hurts to ask why “Debbie” is not using it; is it her day off or is she being treated for radiation poisoning?
When people who are Deaf complain to each other about hearing people they are not talking about you specifically, they are talking about “hearing people.” However, if you take offense personally, then yeah maybe they are talking about you.
To be the interpreter you want to be you must accept the appointment you’re afraid to do.
Interpreting! Because you never get to swear at people like this in your own life.
Every freelance interpreter has secretly chosen which Multi-Level-Marketing business they would join if forced to pick.