Right before I left the clinic today, where I was interpreting, I was sent to a back room to go over some paper work with a patient waiting there. Imagine my surprise when upon entering that room I found myself alone with a police officer in full uniform and a man in a prison jumpsuit with his hands and feet cuffed.

if you got a mullet...

Today I saw Seinfeld, only he was a she and she was still in the 80's. No this wasn't in a dream. A woman walked into the clinic today where I interpret and she had a good ol' fashioned fluffy, slightly curly mullet, wearing a tan turtle-neck with an eggplant and dark green plaid jacket. She also wore matching green denim pants that were full high-rise and tapered at the bottom. Not that Seinfeld ever wore such an outfit, but her face was somewhat like and the hair... oh the hair! Once in a while you see some 80's back in fashion, but never have I seen anyone with such an authentic 80's style who, rather than trying to pull off a look to be cool or funny, seemed more to be unaware of her appearance. Highlight of my day!

At the clinic I've lately been feeling more and more like I have to tell people things I do not believe. I often say these things without conviction, but while being cautious to not add my own words, yet I still feel like I'm lying to the clients. I usually add things like "She says..." referring to the professionals giving the information I don't believe, in order to absolve myself of any responsibility for the information given (not that I have any responsibility aside from making it understandable). It's irritating though. I'd rather interpret for something I actually believe in.

Bailey, the 2 foot tall ceramic elephant, fell onto my laptop putting a nice dent in the top and rendering a good quarter of my screen completely useless. Now I have to minimize all windows and scroll around to do anything on this POS, which really means only a quarter of my screen is truly useful. Time to get a new computer... Mmh.

I'm going to Canada.