tomorrow is TTT, or train-the-trainer, an exercise where senior lab members go to the hilton and teach very properly-dressed science types how to administer neuropsychological testing, and eat a rather good dinner for free. big pharmaceutical company, important collaboration, make a sterling impression, etc.

so we have a preparatory meeting cum dry run, and i get to the conference room where a thousand assessment sheets have already been color-printed, stapled, and laid out in order of serial number all ready for dissemination. they're really rather nice, professional layout and glossy paper and all, and it's in a very soft and sorry voice that i have to point out to daniel that the name "merck", on every cover page, in 24-point font, really should have the letter "c" in it. at which point the entire room falls silent for about ten seconds, before someone intones with great solemnity: "fuck".