Sometimes things just don’t go as well as you expect, or even at all as you expect, even if you prepare well for them. Blame it on angry fairies, karma or your plain old dumbassness – whatever the reason, the result is that you just want to hug your pillow, crawl under the covers and have a meltdown. That’s how I feel right about now.
Today I had midterm exams for interpreting* training and I didn’t do very well. I had to interpret three speeches into English: one from French, one from Portuguese and one from Spanish, because these are the languages I work with. The speeches weren’t difficult at all but my nerves got the best of me and I couldn’t read my notes very well or remember some details, in other words, I messed up. It didn’t help that the trainers plopped a bloody microphone on the table either – we’ve never used microphones in class, did they have to start with the thing in the middle of exams?! I am told the unexpected is the norm in the profession I stubbornly attempt to enter.
Anywho, this means I have a lot – A LOT – of work to do and I will do it all if it kills me. Failure is just a sign that what you’re doing isn’t working so next you try something different. But for tonight I get to mope so I’ve got the latest episode of Dexter, some chocolate ice cream (melted and re-frozen) and a can of generic beer. The attire is Moping Classic: pajama pants, pajama top and shabby wool sweater. Socks and flip-flops? You bet.
As for you, my dear and faithful reader, I hope you enjoy these few photos I took yesterday at a beach near Lisbon. Strolling barefoot on the beach in the Fall isn’t too bad! Not so sure about what followed though. You see, after putting on my sneakers I managed to lose balance when a wave hit me by surprise, sending me down on my knees in the cold water. Nothing like Atlantic winds hitting the sopping crotch of your jeans…
*Again: interpreting is like translating except it’s spoken, not written.