... I'm learning so many new things at the Very Large Hospital where I work. For the past six months, I've been doing a lot, a lot, of terribly boring, mundane, tedious financial tasks. Billing for mouse intestines and mouse cryopreservation. Tracking down outstanding invoices. Creating rolling spreadsheets for budgets.
I'm not that person.
But lately, lately, I've been working on getting the research volunteers set up with the 75 tasks they have to complete to become volunteers with the Very Large hospital. This? This is very much up my alley.
"I don't know if I can help you, dear. We mostly idolize Cougars around my parts. I don't know if I should be touching this form."
To which she immediately corrected, "I grew up in Eugene. I am NOT a Husky."
I will tell you that I didn't care about this one smidge until Shoes came along. Well. A Cougar is better than a Mountaineer, which is what I was.
What the crack's a Mountaineer anyway?