If you ever think interpreting is just standing there and repeating what’s said in another language, please allow me to describe this morning’s 7:30 assignment, which was an IEP meeting: 1. It was video remote (VRI) and the Deaf attendees were at the far end of a huge conference table and were about 1” tall on my screen with fingers about 4 pixels long. We had to adjust. 2. There was a certified Deaf Interpreter (CDI) at the table, and I was not informed there would be a CDI. No biggie, but I do like to be told what the needs are before the meeting. Adding a CDI to the mix lengthens the assignment and requires far different logistical considerations. 3. A second hearing interpreter walked into the room - someone I WILL NOT work with - and I knew there had been a mix-up. Fortunately, the front desk person came in and explained that both she and the CDI were for another meeting. Crisis averted. 4. I did not have a copy of the IEP draft, and the teacher who presented most of the IEP has a really unusual signing style. Fortunately, I’m familiar with the teacher and have interpreted enough IEP’s to be able to piece his presentation together into what I hope was cogent English. 5. Mom was BIG MAD and went off. I was giggling inside because every word of her tirade was true, but it added about 15 minutes to the job and required some very energetic and emotive interpreting. So anyway, that’s why the Weekend Beige announcement was a little delayed. Please carry on with your revelries.