The Birthday Phonecall

I called the ECFMG today. I was predicting that some haggard old hog of a woman would pick up the phone, probably the type that has over 100 cats lying around at home (some dead, some alive, and some…not too sure) reeking of feces, urine and rotting cat carcasses. This was my mental picture of the folks at the ECFMG, directly proportional to my level of frustration. Instead, I was greeted by quite a pleasant young man. He was quite helpful and quickly verified that my fax had been received and my birthday was now entered correctly. I can now look forward to restarting my application. Yay!