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.

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Well, I had just decided it was actually rather amusing, and they pretty much stopped doing it. *L* I've definitely learned the "ignore it and it'll go away" trick, as I used to pretend to be offended quite a lot and learned that just drives it on. I have to say, it is rather amusing the could get your name SO WRONG, though. Hehe. Ah, the pleasures of having unique names ;)

Kinkajous are adorably cute, but terribly temperamental. It's hard to display them because they act so cute (clinging to your arm, climbing down your shirt sleeve, hanging by their tail), everyone wants one as a pet and they're SUCH bad pets.

Our eagle, Chinook, has landed on TOP of the bandshell instead of on stage the past 3 days, and had to be called down. Technically we call a fly off if they fly out of view of the stage and we don't know where they went. Like that first day she flew into a construction area further down the zoo, and it took us a minute or two to run over and locate her. She's got an injured wing so she can't fly too far, but some of our other birds wear telemetry units so if they fly off we can track them that way.