Things Uncle Dale may have done that you probably should not (on-going):
Not ten seconds on the scene…
Police Officer: We’re just going to arrest them all and let them sort it out at the station. I don’t think we need you to interpret any of this.
UD: I don’t think you need arrest any of these people, but in the end we are both destined to disappoint the other.
Police Officer: (stern look) *blink* *blink*
UD: Where are my Clients?
Agency: Will you take an appointment at a nudist resort?
Me: Is it Deaf/Blind interpreting?
So, what kind of conference is this?
Words a Deaf professional NEVER wants to hear when meeting their interpreter.
Seriously! Google is your friend!
(Wisdom of Teresa Blankmeyer Burke)
Will computers ever replace interpreters?
Nah, computers are way too smart to put up with all crap interpreters take for as little as we get paid.
I have to add the qualifier, because it happened.
I walked into the lobby of the hotel and saw the interpreter waiting near the front desk. I walked up and said hi.
She asked, “Are you Dale?”
I said I was.
She said, “you are scheduled to work with me from 2 till 5.”
That was news to me. But let’s admit it, it’s not the first time I have been co-opted into interpreting by just putting me on the schedule.
I looked at Aunt SuperTam as if to say, “don’t blame me I didn’t volunteer!”
The Interpreter caught the look and pulled out the schedule to show me and from 2-5 the schedule read her and Dale ‘Not Me.’
That is the first time in my life I have ever been asked, “are you Dale?” and NOT been the Dale in question.
If your name is John or Stephanie or Chris I imagine such things happen all the time. But I can count the number of Dale’s I know or have met on one hand.
Now it was not only NOT JUST NOT ME but another interpreter. A smaller world inside the bigger one.
By the way, Dale ‘Not Me’ showed up. He is a very nice guy with Mad Skills. I’d be willing to be mistaken for him anytime.
Anyway I can’t say “That never happens” to me anymore, because it did.
I’m pretty sure Aunt SuperTam will never experience that because we are still looking for a can of Coke with the name ‘Tammis’. Pretty sure we won’t find one.
Dateline Hartford CT.
The play ended Saturday night! I am happy to have NAD/RID Region I this week or I would be totally depressed. Playing Snoopy was more fun than I have given myself permission to have in a long time! A group of my students.
Ready? My Psychiatrist. For real. The man who first told me I had ADHD and helped me through testing, medication adjusting to life without all the “coping strategies” Aunt SuperTam and I had developed. His son is Deaf and his wife is a POWERHOUSE of a legislative activist. I love them!
Where was I? OH YEAH! NAD/RID Region I in Hartford.
After the flight was delayed out of Chicago I arrived last night (this morning?) and finally got to bed at about 4 am. Four in the morning of the 31st anniversary of the day Aunt SuperTam and I met (our true anniversary).
At 7 am, on the dot, a jackhammer started pounding away outside my hotel window… they put me in a “Deaf” room!
DeafGain! Never doubt it!
So as sleep was obviously out of the question I got up and wandered over to the Convention Center.
First off, its wicked hot in New England. Like honored guest at the lobstah boil hot.
Second, it’s beautiful here. I came through Hartford very briefly years ago when I spent a summer at the National Theatre of the Deaf. I remember seeing the river then and wishing I had time to walk the riverfront. I took the time this morning and wow! I will never regret that.
The conventions begin in earnest tomorrow.
I finished the night hanging out in the lobby of the Hartford Marriott catching up with old friends and making new ones.
LAST MINUTE EDIT!!!!
The first action taken at this conference is a big one and it portents of important discussions to come:
I’m going to bed because the long days start tomorrow.
I am here to interpret that question, not to answer it.