Erica was preparing herself for an interpreter job tonight at six at the Browne Hotel. Some big wig politician was in town, and wanted to make sure that any and all there would know what he said. Art least the man was thinking about those that couldn't hear. With her there, she could sign his speech so they knew what he stood for. Didn't help the job paid great because of what kind of job it was.<br/><br/>As she looked out her window, she groaned. "Not what I wanted to have to deal with tonight..." She donned on her black suit. It was important to wear solid colors when you interpret so the one reading your hands are not distracted by anything on your clothing.<br/><br/>"Okay... three hours for a twenty minute walk in the snow... not including the I still need to eat something...I guess I should get going so I'll be there on time. Rather be early than late..."