On of my co-workers from the Indian Subcontinent was out yesterday to take the citizenship test and returned today and described the sections of the test and what parts were hard and what weren’t and the penalties if you had to retake the exam and finally what she thought she was losing by no longer being a foreign national.  I then thought about my citizenship test, escaping the birth canal, and if you fuck up at that you’ve got a team of trained medical professionals to assist.

I had to create a webpage for the Duty to God program and thinking about the outline, I copied the page from the Duty to God page and everything was fine until I realized I’d missed a line resulting in the bottom line reading: “Do your duty to God” immediately followed by “Don’t stop a rockin’.”

Cut and paste error, Photography Lab to Horseback Riding Lab.  That would be stinky.

While filling out the deposit form for the pen-ultimate camp check that’ll keep me flush with moon pies and Moxie tonic until next season, I used the pen chained to the counter.  It was a reasonably nice pen that included the name of the bank and contact information; nothing to write home about and reasoned that the bank probably didn’t want people to walk off with this reasonably nice pen.  That was until I looked down the length of the table on which I was writing and saw a plastic bin containing easily 200 more of these reasonably nice pens.  I removed the joining piece from the ball-chain and claimed myself a new pen.  I felt a tinge of guilt on stealing the pen effectively marked “don’t steal me” until the teller ended the transaction with “thanks, Terence”.  Fuck you, bank teller, if you’re going to refer to me in a way that my parents didn’t even do when I broke something, I’m going to steal your God-damn pen.  And these thieveries will continue as my silent protest to your first name usage policy.

Pat Toye and I called all the units coming week 3 that the norovirus had hit.  Pat leaves a message on a machine to the following effect as the tape runs out: “Good afternoon, Scoutmaster.  My name’s Pat Toye and I’m the health officer at Ockanickon calling to inform you of what’s happened at OSR this week.  As you may have heard, Ockanickon has sent many Scouts home and closed early due to *BEEP* End of Tape.  Well, that’s a bit of cliffhanger.