Bulldog & Brooklyn take DC: Day 3

bbdcNote: Jessica Dale (Bulldog) and Valeree Lane (Brooklyn) are in Alexandria, Virginia, to learn more about public health accreditation. Specifically, they are learning how to use the online system to upload Klamath County Public Health’s documentation for the Public Health Accreditation Board.

What a day we had. I learned that people here are not used to plainspoken directness. Some of our fellow trainees were getting anxious, and vocal, during today’s exercise. I, of course, jumped in to nutshell the fact that the Public Health Accreditation Board wants us to succeed, as much as we do. There will be enough stress later; training isn’t worth getting overly excited. The woman in question asked if she was that annoying. Nope. It just seemed like she was too stressed for the environs.

I also learned that the Secret Service will not pose with your toy unicorn, and the assistant director will become uncomfortable when it is obvious we crossed into a do not enter area because a length of fencing was down. What? My tax dollars pay for protection.

The National Christmas Tree is festooned in a light-covered netting, not unlike Cinderella’s Castle at Disneyland. You cannot get anywhere very close to the White House, and Ford’s Theater’s museum is probably interesting, but we missed its hours of operation.

Do not pool your ride for Uber, as the next passenger will be unprepared to get into the car the first time and leave the diaper bag behind the second time. Some people should not drink alcohol in public, especially when it brings out boisterous and rude behavior. Our hibachi chef was amazing, but the other individuals at our table were not. The chef was Vietnamese and he was obviously uncomfortable with questions being asked of him. Telling him once you want teriyaki is really enough.

The White House was tiny compared to the monuments from last night. At the end of the day, it’s just a house. I didn’t regale Jessica with Truman’s entire renovation of the interior, and his addition of the exterior balcony.

We leave the hotel, which declares it’s daily rate as $799 on a closet door placard, tomorrow at 1:45 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. I haven’t acclimated to the time zone, and we will both be exhausted by the time we get home.

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