Your Tax Dollars At Work - Census Haiku

An empty meadow.
Time to find a neighbor for
enumeration.

Tales of A Florida Census Worker.... A Haiku

I knock; no answer...
A seasonal resident
Winter birds flew home.

He's a lumberjack and it's NOT okay.

Okay, this is a secret post that I am not supposed to be writing, for a number of reasons. First of all, I should be paying attention to my training. I have taken a temporary job as an enumerator for the decennial census. I'm going to be one of those people who comes to your door and asks about who lived there on April 1st. Assuming that you missed the billboards, census forms that came to your house, ads in the paper, discussions on the radio, blockbuster ads during the Superbowl, and other valuable uses of our tax dollars.

So I am in training. How is it?

Boring.  It turns out we are going out in the field tomorrow so that  
is a relief. This joker is reading directly out of a manual and he is  
not a talented reader.   I am going to stab myself in the eye with a  
number 2 pencil.  Also, he is a slight dialect speaker, and since  
every sixth word is about a question during a hypothetical interview,  
this man is standing up there with a giant double edged blade wildly  
swinging it from side to side....

"so after you axe mr burns if he lived in unit d, you need to axe him  
about the status of unit a.  Then you will fill out a d-225, and start  
a blank EQ by axing question S1."