Bring on the Chicks

Okay, so I lied in the last post. I couldn't let this sit there with only an intro post, that's boring.

I just finished my PIJAC test for work. That means I'll get a snazzy little certification card and because my GM (as in General Manager not Game Master) renewed hers as well, they will start sending us hand fed chicks again. They are going to send us a Sun Conure and a Green Cheek Conure. I can't wait, but I'm also counting down the days until someone calls me at five-thirty in the morning to tell me that one of the other two who can handfeed has called in sick and could I please come in just for a little bit to make sure the babies are fed?

Oh, and the other day one of my team leads called me homely. That's right, homely.

Okay, it actually went something like this. This guy who claims he's never been out of California manages to identify what part of Ohio I was born just by my latent Midwestern accent. He then notes that southwestern Ohio is more rural and that I probably didn't grow up in one of the larger cities. He then comes out with, "You've always seemed more homely like that." I of course gave him a verbal smack over the head and at the same time pantomiming doing the same to his arm. He then says what he really meant to say which was, "down to earth." I still think he deserves a fine for improper language usage. Homely indeed.

-Lightwing