(c) collective protection measures and/or, where exposure cannot be avoided by other means, individual protection measures; (d) hygiene measures compatible with the aim of the prevention or reduction of the accidental transfer or release of a biological agent from the workplace; (e) use of the biohazard sign depicted in Annex II and other relevant warning signs; (f) drawing up plans to deal with accidents involving biological agents; (g) testing, where it is necessary and technically possible, for the presence, outside the primary physical confinement, of biological agents used at work; (h) means for safe collection, storage and disposal of waste by workers
my school pictures up to last year's. Those were embarrassing to look at -- I would have to see what I could do to get Charlie to put them somewhere else, at least while I was living here. It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom. It made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I donned my jacket -- which had the feel of a biohazard suit -- and headed out into the rain. It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood.
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