Lately at the Oregon Zoo...

[memento1]

So, my co-workers have started calling me "Finona". It started when one of them, who's a bit dyslexic, wrote my name that way on the board one day. They teased me about it, I laughed, done. Then one of them went on stage and introduced herself as "Finona" to the crowd (this is a regular occurance once a script gets memorized. I once did a show as "Glinda", another as "Olga"). I pretended to act offended backstage, we all laughed. Now they all call me Finona, every day, even the boss. On the one hand, it's not so funny any more and I don't care for the moniker. On the other, I love that I'm a part of this big in-joke. Anyways, that's that.

Yesterday I was bit by the kinkajou. I knew it would happen. He always threatens me and he bit me the last time I tried to pick him up too. But the boss decided I should start handling him and of course I'm thrilled to get to start handling a new animal. I knew exactly what it would take and that's not flinching when he threatens and bites until he learns I'm not intimidated by him, but until then I forsee getting bit a few more times. Also, the bald eagle flew off during the last show and as I was the only staff member not on stage, I followed. Yay me. All this with debilitating cramps. D*mn woman parts.

And that is all for now. I never have anything exciting to say anymore, do I? Haha. Back to reading fic.