Gaah!! I'm freaking out!! (TPS report related)
Ok, so maybe I'm not really freaking out, but it sucks to spend the last week of my bird surveys in the office writing the end-of-season report while my crew goes out in the field and finishes up the surveys.
It especially sucks when your boss last year didn't write one so I get to write his :mad: AND mine, and it really super sucks when the numbers don't quite add up :mad: :mad: :mad: :eek: :eek: :mad: :nonono2: :nonono2: :confused: and I have to to through about 7500 lines in Excel to see where the mismatches are.
Actually, I guess three or four days of report writing isn't so bad considering it's the only paperwork I have to do all summer. :)
The songs running through my head include:
(tune courtesy of Wyclef Jean):
"how many MAMU's can we count on a survey? many many, a many many many many"
(tune courtesy of Bad English)
"Sometimes I'm on a survey, I see a COMU, I see a RHAU in flight/ but then I see a MAMU, and everything's alright... everythings aaaaalllriiiiiiight
when I see a bird, I get the temp and depth, whoooaaa I get the distance right off the line/ when I see a bird, I note the plumage class, whoooaaaa and I'm sure to record the time.
when I see a bird, bird at seeeaaaaa...."
Maybe I should take a break or something.