That's the form you fill out when you are involved in an automobile accident while on Census Bureau business -- like when I was rear-ended on Highway 99E in Albany yesterday, on my way to Salem for training as a fingerprinter.
I don't blame the other driver -- the car in front of me made a sudden stop, so I made a sudden slow-down, and so did she, only not quite enough.
The Sputnik's plastic rear bumper was shattered, but there was no other damage to the car or to me, so the bumper served its function admirably.
A couple of phone calls, and it appears that a bumper off a junked Escort can be obtained and attached for under $300 (touch wood), so not too bad.
There was a time when I would have suffered pretty severe traumatic reactions to a traffic accident, even a minor one, and worse yet I would have loudly denied any such thing. As it was, I did have some strange emotional responses, but I noticed them and calmed them. I really do like my post-psychotherapy self.
Today, I spent a total of ten hours helping batch-process enumerator trainees. That was pretty stressful, too, but I survived that, too.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "You are going on a trip -- oh, wait, you already did...."\\
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