Sorry.
I'm three weeks overdue on the final post from Mrs. Berolzheimer's epic study on sandwiches, but Atlanta wore me out. All I feel like doing this weekend is snoozing.
My sweet, lovely boss wanted to go out every night and that meant walking. The county doesn't reimburse you for taxi fare.
In one of those Life-Beats-Fiction moments, during our presentation we mentioned that we had found the CDC's standard forms for post-radiation population monitoring to be too hard for our volunteers to read -- very small type and not user-friendly -- so we tweaked them considerably. After we were done, a three piece suit and tie gentleman came up to the podium. He was from the CDC, he said, rather sheepishly, and would we be willing to give him copies of our forms?
That is rich! Made my day to read this.
ReplyDeleteGood heavens! They never realized nobody could read them, and now they're asking YOU for the corrections? I hope you asked for a commission!
ReplyDeleteOh, my! I hope he was sheepish! What good are they if they are usable? I did get a chuckle out of this :-)
ReplyDeleteThings are looking up if the CDC person actually had the sense to grab a good idea when he saw one.
ReplyDeleteNow, does your unit get credit?
Credit, hell. We want cash.
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