This is my result for that apocalypse quiz that’s going round:
And speaking of complications and catastrophes, we’re implementing contingencies at work in case of a Bird Flu outbreak in London. As frontline medical staff, we’ve been assured that we’ll get anti-virals, but we also know that these drugs were developed for a very different strain and we’ve no idea how effective they’ll be. We’ve got an isolation ward put aside and Type 2 biohazard suits for all staff – we’ll all look like we’re working in a nuclear power station. Hardly reassuring for the public, and not so comfortable for us, but hopefully it’ll provide some more meaningful protection than those flimsy masks they’re giving out.
On top of that, everybody has to sign up for a three hour training session over the next month, which sounds riveting and will no doubt do wonders for our other targets, not to mention patient care (nobody mentions patient care).
Oh well, I suppose when it all goes to shit, the execs will be able to hold up a document saying they made adequate preparations before retiring to their sealed quarantine facilities. The rest of us will just have to make do the best we can.