Interpreter's experience, or how did I translate a Korean woman...)))

Interpreter's life is difficult... There're so many things you have to do for your boss... even wake up at 4:20 in a dank morning...Because you should be at the airport already at 5:15.
Location is Perm, so the airport is in Perm too. Frankly speaking, this aiport is horrible: grey, small, cheerless. In this very"excellent" place I should give our guest a hearty welcome.
First time it seemed there is no difficulties. Because we exchanged with regular phrases, such as: we're glad to see you, how was your flight, here is your luggage, your breakfast/dinner/supper is at that time, and blah-blah-blah. But her pronunciation... It leaves much to be desired... That's why I pin my ears back. In a situation like this Little Red Riding Hood from a well-known fairy tale would asked a wolf: "…What big ears you have!" All the better to hear you with, my dear,". I also tried to hear. Well, I heard well, but to understand every word I've heard was very difficult! (For example, instead of Perm [pjə:m] she prounanced [fjə:m], and only then I've understood that it's may be because of their sound peculiarities of language, they change P for F.)
Then, when I've learned how she pronounces one or another word, everything went on wheels.

And here is the most important thing! Negotiations. As it was apropos of vessel building, there were a customer, the chief designer, some man, the guest from Korean factory - Jin, and me. The meeting was very muddled and emotional, and even Jin didn’t finish to speak yet, so I hadn’t time to translate, but everybody shouted: “Translate!... We don’t understand what she speaks about!” So, there were such circumstances, that I had to do simultaneous translation. And all went well. But everything can’t always go off smoothly, & there can be some stumbling block. This time it was unknown to me man (afterwards I learned that it was the electrician). I may describe him as not young, grumbling man, who has his own opinions on everything, (I may say: out-of-date opinions), so sheer *old school*!!! All the time he ticked me off! He was such a smart aleck, made remarks, stuck his finger into the drawings. But boiling point was his question: "Where’re you from?" I: «From Yekaterinburg». He: «I hope, you’re from Ural polytechnic university???? » At that very moment my desire was to beat him! There’re such people in our life...He himself doesn’t know anything except UPU! And doesn’t know English at all! But our teacher of interpretation classes, Mikhail Brodsky always tells us that everything could happen during translation, and it is necessary to abstract from it, and to do everything up to the end. And I held out a fight going through fire and water & through thick and thin.

The most interesting has ended. I translated for more 2 days, but there no longer were dreary man, that’s why I don’t know what else to tell.

But after such experience I’ve understood that I love interpreting, and I’ve translated, translate, and I will translate!