Technical difficulties

Yesterday was a complete nightmare. It all started when two women showed up together to fill out surveys. How old are you? 48. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I cannot let you fill out the survey because you are older than 45. I am 45. ...so how old ARE you? I don't know I was born 1967, how old am I? ...?! You tel me?! I am 44. ... You sure!? Yes. Yeah?yes. Fine. The two of them get surveys. We encounter difficulties with the first question which asks what year were you born. Looking at the page, I see some combination of letter and numbers none of which resemble dates, in any numerical system known to me. Somehow they get through that one, next they stall. Eh, we can't see the text, can you read it to us? No, I'm not going to read 18 pages of confidential individual survey! seriously?! At this time, about 4 more women show up. We're here to take surveys. Well, you see I just ran out of surveys, so I will need to print out more first. Ok we need surveys. Yes, I understand, but you will have to wait a second for me to run and try to print more out. Ok we need surveys, and pens. I currently do no have either, so just wait a second. At this point there are about 10 women in the room, some filling out surveys, those without surveys are now joining the ones it's surveys and separate sheets, each taking a sheet to "fill out". No no this is not a synchronized event, please, one survey per person. This all is complicated by Kyrgyz rap blasting from the room next door, this is no longer a research space, this is a zoo.  I ran back and forth between the room and the (locked!) administrator's office trying to print more surveys, but the computer printer whatever is not printing. I run back, we need surveys. Yes, I understand, but I physically cannot create them, nor make printer print, I'm sorry you can wait if you would like. I convince them to wait outside. At this point, the lady on the left, who is about half way done with the survey decides that she, too, is having trouble seeing, so she recruits another lady who is done to read for her. Umm.. Please don't help her. But she can't see! I understand but I doubt she is going to truthfully answer questions about her last anal intercourse with you reading to her. The ladies on the other side of the room decide to share answers. Please, don't share answers, we're not sharing answers, we're discussing questions. Yes, thereby, sharing answers, this is not a group activity, these are individual surveys. The two original blind ladies keep looking up and shaking their heads, the font is really small. Yes, I am aware, but you shouldn't agree to fill out surveys, if you know you have issues seeing things without your reading glasses! Damnit! Similarly, the point of the survey is answering questions, that's what a survey is. So don t take a survey and then ask me if you need to answer these questions, yes you do. Also, don't agree to participate in the survey, take a stack (that's 8 pages) fill out the first one and look at me: is this all? No you have to fill out all pages, yes you have to answer all questions, unless of course you are uncomfortable, or don't want to share), yes you have to answer all questions, not just the first one on the page. Yes, I know the font is small, and sme questions are about sexual health, so don't look at me like I'm crazy, yes, I know what it says.  Men show up to "visit". The friendly neighborhood barber decided that he was going to continue wandering in and out, his phone blasting bad rap as he pleases to check on "our progress". The groundskeeper does the same, he intermittently comes in to ask me if I'm cold, look out the window, asks he when about their surveys. I swear this man thinks I'm 12.Every morning he asks me if I'm here to do more surveys. Have I dine anything else in this clinic, in the last 5 days?! Husbands come in to look at the survey "for their wives" no no this is for women, not men, send your wife in and I'll talk to her. Chauvinistic jerk! Since today was my last day, everyone kept asking me when i was coming back. Springtime? Umm..not sure. I now have open invitations to kyrgyzstan, t visit Isik-kuel, to see the mountains. The reception girl asked me how old I was, she thought 20. Then she asked me if I was married. No. When are yo going to get married? Umm...awkward question. After the day of talking and sitting, I have the most ridiculous dehydrated headache and ready to leave.