The Avian Curse

Communications Tower Maintenance Log Another day, another slight by the winged furies. As usual, I got an interference alert. As usual, I went out to see what the problem was. As usual, it was frozen stalagmites of feathered bird excrement. I fear the career impact of saying this officially-- if you can even call what I have a career-- but I could swear they're targeting me personally. The week I was out with the flu, I came back to find the tower spotless. Parvan laughed at me when I asked him how he'd cleaned it. Silly me. As if Parvan would ever clean anything. There's nothing left for me to do but quit. But I know that's what the birds want me to do. Oh, and I got the tower up and running. Maintenance complete.