Admittedly, mistakes were made.
And while I take no personal responsibility, I agree the outcome was unfortunate.
Yes, I was in charge of the facility, and yes I signed off on the project in question, but what happened was a freak, one-in-a-million occurrence. The sort of thing nobody could’ve predicted.
I haven’t read that particular report, and I have no comment on whether it laid out the problems months before they occurred.
My point is, this isn’t the time to play the blame game. It’s time to look forward.
Somebody, after all, needs to do something about all the Zombies.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Short story, Zombies
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