Environmental Health is a wild job field to enter.
There was a dead cat on my desk this morning. I had to remove it's head for science.
We have a fridge marked "science" and one marked "not science", for obvious reasons.
I was lost for an hour without cell service in backwoods Appalachia last week.
The same day I was lost, I got to pass out condoms to college students. The events are not related.
I low-key turn into Hanji Zoe when talking about bugs, particularly mosquitoes. So does my boss.
Scientists are hoarders. I've spent a week going through restaurant inspections, septic installations, public health issues, and nuisance complaints all pre-1990.
My boss and I had to go canoeing in the name of science twice.
Grant writing sucks. Grant writing for mosquitoes, however, is amazing.
I had to climb down a well for a water sample two weeks back. I fell in the well, and it was only 18°F outside.
There is now a 'Don't let Stormi talk to people' rule in effect because I'm unable to control my facial expressions when dealing with the public.
Septic haulers and garbage haulers are the nicest people you will ever meet. Seriously. The best.
