Walking Among the Dead
I wish there were more work days that I could spend tooling around in cemeteries. Particularly if I know they're there before starting survey, so there is no nasty surprises - not that that has happened. Yesterday, there was a small family plot off the segment we had to survey. It was established in 1860 to bury a nearby plantation owner and has remained in use until the present, with the last interment taking place last July. There were three Civil War Veterans, what looked like a father, son, and the daughter's husband (this being Mississippi they were all confederates). One guy was married three times in ten years, losing all his wives to childbirth (at least it looked that way since each wife's death date had a corresponding child's birth date). And possibly coolest of all, the earliest and latest tombstones belonged to men with the same name.
Otherwise, this project sucks. The head of my company neglected to tell the client something they should of, so we're currently all on a tight watch. It's like being a teenager again and trying to regain your parent's trust. Except those of us who are dealing with the massive amounts of inconvenience had no say what-so-ever in the original problem. Urg.
Otherwise, this project sucks. The head of my company neglected to tell the client something they should of, so we're currently all on a tight watch. It's like being a teenager again and trying to regain your parent's trust. Except those of us who are dealing with the massive amounts of inconvenience had no say what-so-ever in the original problem. Urg.