Since I've been back, I'm not sure if I've posted on Monday yet. Yesterday I was just working on AW Mozambique expense reports until it was time to go home, then I went home. I'm going to have to work out some sort of reminder system that shocks me if I try to leave.
Anyway, today I'll be heading to the abattoir to meet with the workers there. My goal is a report on how we can improve operations there for the good of the abattoir, their investors, and our farmers. Wish me luck.
I've been throwing "abattoir" around a lot, but a lot of the missionaries here don't know what that means. Although I'm confident you're using it in everyday conversation by now, in the interest of completeness, I'll post that it's a slaughterhouse. Our chickens go there, wait in the holding pen, then are taken inside, killed, plucked, gutted, frozen, and packaged. It all goes pretty smoothly, but my goal is to make it better, so I'm off.
Since going down the mountain on my motorcycle is probably one of the most dangerous things I do, I'll say goodbye now. It's been a pleasure. Tell my family I loved them. ;)
-Ben
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