Snark, Sass, & Sarcasm

This blog is my life in a nutshell. Some accounts are true. Others are fictionalized. All are written with humor. Grab your favorite beverage and enjoy!

The Polygraph

>When I applied for a position as a Crime Scene Technician, the application process was pretty lengthy.  Brutal, might be a better way to describe it.  First was the initial application.  Then there was the phone interview.  Then I had to go out to Arizona and take a written test, followed by a panel interview …

Where to go after Graduation?

Okay, here it is.  You’ve just earned your Master’s Degree in Forensic Science with an emphasis in Technical Investigations (fancy for Crime Scene Processing).  You’re out in the real world, cut loose from the safety net that college life offers.  What now? In my case,  I panicked, pulled my hair out, ran around naked through …

Random Thoughts

Oh where, oh where have my followers gone.  Oh where, oh where could they be?  It’s really kind of depressing, everytime I log on to my blog I see on the right side of the screen “No followers.  Be the first.”  Sigh.  That’s all right.  I think this is only my third or fourth day …

How I Became a Death Investigator, Part 2

>Regarding my comment in the last post about how I secretly cut out newspaper articles on crimes and kept them hidden away. I forgot to mention where this genius idea came from. I borrowed it from the movie True Crime that starred Alicia Silverstone. Her character also did the same thing. For what it’s worth, …

How I became a Death Investigator

>I’m often asked two questions about how I became a Death Investigator. First, people want to know what inspired me to into such a depressing field. Second, they want to know what my educational background. If I’m guilty of anything it’s letting Hollywood influence me on any level. Right away I should have known better. …

Random Thoughts

I said in my last post that, as a child, I never went around pronouncing random objects dead. That’s true. However, as an adult, I have my moments. One night I came home after working 16 hours straight. As I stumbled through my apartment trying to turn lights on I heard a crunch under my …

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