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 hisAND mine, and it really super sucks when the numbers don't quite add up
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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.
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