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Survived the first day of training proper without being thrown out and/or asked to step into the van by the Nice Men In The Jackboots, so job is apparently going okay so far. Session was basically the "The first rule of Census is you do not talk about Census" lecture about keeping people's identifiable info private, which means that if, say, I happen to find out that there's a celebrity living in my neighborhood I don't get to tell anyone. Not that I would imagine this is a neighborhood where that's likely to come up, or at least everybody knows which one's Blagojevich's house already from it being on the freaking news. So, instead of Celebrity Hijinx, have some candid shots from the nature preserve:
It does appear to be spring.
Intimidating, but not a swan, dude.
...Duck pond, mate. Ducks. Yeah.
Although this is not a duck either.
I think this is the same scruffy specimen I saw begging crisps from tourists the last time I was over here. He smelled like a bum.
Which may be why most of his mates were down the other end of the park.
The buildings on the grounds were built around WWI. So...
...Yeah. The Unfortunate Implications came later.
It does appear to be spring.
Intimidating, but not a swan, dude.
...Duck pond, mate. Ducks. Yeah.
Although this is not a duck either.
I think this is the same scruffy specimen I saw begging crisps from tourists the last time I was over here. He smelled like a bum.
Which may be why most of his mates were down the other end of the park.
The buildings on the grounds were built around WWI. So...
...Yeah. The Unfortunate Implications came later.