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Home for 9 hours

Am leaving at 6:10 a.m. to go to Louisiana - Westwego & Reserve (have never heard of either) - to perform IP (Information Protection) audits on two locations. After telling folks at work I was headed to Westwego they would say, "Isn't that the place where there was that really bad explosion?" Sure enough, it is.  Nice. 

Near as I can tell I might be spending most of my time on a large dock looking at barge equipment on the Mississippi and determining if people use their own passwords. Should be interesting - I will take photos. 

Get to spend the night here tomorrow night on Bourbon Street, looks pretty nice. 

Still, just want to be home with the kiddies and catch up on my blog reading - feels like it has been months since I caught up with my friends lives...

Comments

carey said…
yeah, we miss you sue. your job baffles me, but it sounds interesting . i want to hear about the florida trip. did dan sing any frying pan songs?
bobbione8y said…
your coworkers remember a grain explosion from 1977?!

wow.

ag people are weird.

:)

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