You Know You’re a Trainer or Zookeeper When… Part 2

Are you still unconvinced that you are a tried and true zoo professional, even though your tan lines tell a different story?  Would you like to know a few more distinctive features so you can spot an animal care pro in your midst?  Use this field guide to see if you can spot us in our natural habitats.  When you do, remember not to make any sudden movements and always reinforce us for being calm and attentive.  So, buckle up and here we go with Part 2 of “You Know You’re a Trainer or Zookeeper When…”

I will convince you, Skeptical Beluga.
I will convince you, Skeptical Beluga.

6.  Your lunch conversations with your coworkers would blow most people’s minds, at the very least give them whiplash.  Some of my favorite and most interesting conversations have been with my coworkers when we were able to congregate together at lunch time.  It’s not something that happens terribly often in small facilities but in larger zoos and aquariums you will usually have people to eat with.  When you work for a small zoo or aquarium you are usually lunching alone, there is simply not enough staff available to take your lunches at the same time.  But, when we can get together it’s like the SyFy channel, History Channel, National Geographic, and the E! Channel joined hands for a spirit circle.  We also change subjects at lightning speed, it begins to feel like a word association challenge.  Discussions can begin with a coworker stating, “So, I tried to explain the difference between an adaptation and an exaptation to a guest today.”  This is the catalyst that creates a verbal Hiroshima, an explosion of tangents.

Evolutionary bio was my fave class in college. Evo-Devo, baby… Mimicry!  So freakin’ cool, but do not confuse that with mimic behaviors.”

“Seriously, I hate it when people (us) do that.  Don’t you miss the mimes at the shows?  Me too.” 

“Oooohh!  Did you see that show “Cosmos the other night?  That show is everything and Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson is boss! Loved Carl Sagan but he always kinda reminded me of an emu.”

 “Speaking of ratides, do they have chicken fingers in the cafeteria today?”

“ You know feathers are adapted for warmth, flight is the exaptation. Speaking of our feathered friends, I saw the marabou storks building a nest on the veldt earlier.  So awesome.” 

“Omg, I totally wove in how the loss of herbivorous megafauna is affecting climate change on my tour of the veldt today.  Score!  Did you say there were or weren’t chicken fingers in the cafeteria today?”

“I will walk to the cafeteria with you, I’ve gotta get more steps in to meet my goal on my FitBit®.”

That’s all before you can get your food out of the microwave.  Welcome to lunch at the zoo.

The average citizen's face while eating lunch with a herd of animal care workers.
The average citizen’s face while eating lunch with a herd of animal care workers.  Level: Brain Hemorrhage

7.  We have the best photos and videos on our phones. Ever.  Don’t even try to compete.  However, we really have to feel comfortable to show them to you because they are contraband.  We aren’t supposed to take unapproved pictures with the animals behind the scenes but we all do it.  Management knows we do it and typically turns a blind eye unless you do something stupid.  For example, clearly violating a safety standards while taking said pictures and then publishing them on social media… and you are friends with your supervisors on Facebook. Darwinism also applies to the survival of your career; make good choices, people. That being said we get to see all the wonderful moments that happen by chance.  That moment the female penguin chooses one of the three nests that three different males made for her, selecting her probable monogamous mate.  It’s like “The Bachelorette” for aquatic birds, no roses just capelin.  Or when a 3000 lb. rhino rolls almost all the way over on its back in the mud wallow and you see its bagel-sized belly button.  We see when the orangutan packs up all her hay from the night before, along with her EED’s (toys), and drags it all out to the play yard like a child pulls its wagon.  We caught the first moment the newborn sea lion pup took a peek at its surroundings.  We have wonderful opportunities to capture these moments and, if we trust you, we will share them with you.  Hell, after a couple of cocktails I’m more than happy to show the videos I took on my phone of a male seahorse giving birth (yes, the male) or feeding the juvenile cuttlefish.  Be forewarned, there is a caveat.  Each video and picture will come with a wildly detailed story so get comfortable.  Interpretation is a large part of our jobs and we want you to feel like you were there, we’ll insist on it.

Nothing like a good game of Hot Potato!
Nothing like a good game of Hot Potato!

8.  We can recognize each other, and our animals, from an astounding distance away.  We all have a tendency to look the same because of uniforms (See #1 from Part 1 of this series).  We have to rely on other ways to identify each other than the sounds of a voice or facial recognition.  Imagine over 50 women, each in the same exact wetsuit, hat/visor/sunglasses, and shoes.  Hair color and length helps but that only slices your possibilities by a fraction, even less if who you are looking for is blond.  At some point, most of us are blond-ish.  I am a dark brunette naturally but I’m in the sun so much my hair has lightened up dramatically.  The way someone walks, their posture, the way they talk with their hands or tend to tug on their hair; these are all tells and remember! We are behavioral ninjas with a black belt in observational study.  These little tics or physical signs enable us to tell who someone is from a couple hundred yards away.  We are the same with the animals in our care.  We can deduce who they are watching by their behaviors, identifying individuals by who they are with and what area they are hanging out in (they have preferences on both).  For instance, there are 4 dolphins in the front pool and someone asks who is out front.  “Well, that gigantic dark dorsal is Sparky, so the two females are Laverne and Shirley.  We only have a handful of large females that pair up and L and S are almost always in perfect sync.  They are also typically paired close to Sparky.  That one playing in the shallows is Calico, she is constantly sliding out and playing in that area.  The trainer out there is Kacy, you can tell by that distinctive walk.  She lumbers like Frankenstein.”  Did you know that giraffe can see for miles?  Animal care professionals aren’t quite that talented but maybe, just maybe, our heightened senses will lead to a genetic mutation… X-Men style.  Maybe our vision will become naturally polarized as well, it would save us a ton of money on expensive sunglasses.  I can dream!  Until then, I know that is my coworker Sherry all the way over on the other side of the beach because she has a Jennifer Lopez booty.

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9.  You’ve accumulated a crazy collection of name tags.  No joke, I have over a dozen and that is just from my zoological career.  Your park has night events?  New name tag design.  You are changing your uniform colors?  New name tag issued.  You got promoted?  Another name tag to pick up at wardrobe.  You help out regularly in different departments or areas?  Guess what!   Name tag.  Even when you are a trainer, and not allowed to wear a name tag for fear of losing it in the pool, you are still issued one.  Then, the ONE day in the last six months that you need it you aren’t able to find it.  Back to wardrobe to get another one, off you go.  After a few years they start randomly cropping up in your glove compartment, pockets of pants from last winter, purses, and in between couch cushions.  When you are drowning in a tsunami of hard plastic, laser printed name tags with a tropical theme you  know you have reached a milestone in your career.  You now have a physical timeline of your progression through departments.  I am thinking of doing a shadow box project I saw on Pinterest to show mine off.  What could go wrong?  Two words:  Pinterest Fail.

My name tags are a Pinterest fail in the making.
My name tags are a Pinterest fail in the making.

We are now to the final clue.  What’s the ULTIMATE method to identifying a trainer or a zookeeper?  This one is infallible, the most concrete peer-reviewed evidence and observation available to date.  Are you ready for it?!

10.  You have a cast iron stomach with every fluid, smell, texture, and taste… with one exception.  Motion sickness is a myth.  You scoff at nausea, scenarios that inspire Exorcist-style projectile vomiting in the average human are child’s play.  You are impervious, except to one single item.  It brings your most hardened animal care professional to their knees.  It sends grown women gasping and gagging into the corner to curl up in the fetal position.  What is this heinous kryptonite?

Hair.  

My saliva glands triggered just looking at this photo as an unconditioned response.
My saliva glands triggered just looking at this photo as an unconditioned response.

Sweet little 8 lb. Baby Jesus, we can not handle hair in any way.  I’m not referring to fur and not to whiskers… I’m talking about human HAIR.  If we are cleaning out skimmers in aquarium and there is hair?  Instant screams.  You go to shower after work and there is a glob of some stranger’s (or multiple stranger’s) hair in the drain?  You puke in your mouth a little.  You are doing an interaction and you see a hair floating in the pool?  You would think Jaws was chasing us.  We are not only disgusted by it but we are terrified of it.  If we are married or living with a significant other, I guarantee you that the other is responsible for cleaning the drains of the house.  We won’t do it, not on your life.  Forget it, not doing it.  NOPE. Nope nopity nope nope.  Bye, Felicia.nope

So, that’s it.  10 ways to identify us if you happen to catch us out and about or to know if you have truly embraced the animal care culture.  We are a fun breed, we love life and we love our jobs.  We truly care about our responsibilities to these animals and about our roles in education, all at the expense of our bodies and gag reflexes.  Don’t be afraid to talk to us, inside or outside of work.  Just do me a favor and don’t give us too much flak for our tan lines.  They are our version of tiger stripes, temporary tattoos representing our dedication.  Besides, if you are nice to us we will show you the pictures on our phones and tell you great stories.  However, we are still going to hold you to a high standard of using correct biology terms.  So remember, it’s a dazzle of zebra and a smack of jellyfish.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for my next submission, it is already in the works!

Hugs and fishes, ya’ll!

You Know You’re a Trainer or Zookeeper When… (Part 1)

Have you ever wondered how to identify yourself as an animal trainer, zoo keeper, or animal care specialist?  If you are new to the field, would you like to know if you have fully embraced the world that is zoological operations?  Well, fret no more my fellow compatriots!  Here is a list of just a few characteristics of a tried and true animal care professional.  If this sounds like you, believe that you have been fully absorbed by the zoo life.  Whoever you were before your career has long since faded away to reveal the smelly, sleep-deprived rockstar you are today.  If you are new to the field then here is a small glimpse of what your future holds, young grasshoppers.

  1. You can rock a pair of Dickies®, paired with the most hideous button up uniform shirt, with legitimate swagger .  One of the major drawbacks to being a zookeeper, and a trainer when out of the wetsuit, is the uniform.  They are all pretty standard and they ALL include the dreaded, vile khaki Dickies shorts. Dickies are tough and that’s why department heads like them.  You can pour gasoline on them and light them up, torch them like a corpse on Game of Thrones, and not a single thread will be out of place.  However, they rival “Mom Jeans” with their high waist, which is cinched in tight enough to burst your spleen, only to blossom out into the widest ass and legs you have ever seen.  To add insult to injury, there are pleats.  PLEATS!  We aren’t at work to be pretty or handsome and uniforms help our guests identify us, we understand why we wear them.  That being said, did I mention these shorts go all the way to our mid-knee?  Or how friggin’ hot they are?  I’m fairly confident there is a wool blanket woven into each pair.  After you get over the initial revulsion of putting them on the first time, you resign yourself to them.  You get to work and forget the fact that you look like a victim of an epic Atomic Wedgie.  You strut around your facility like you are wearing the latest Paris fashions and why?  Because you cared for and trained Bengal tigers today, dammit!  You’ve earned that stride, just like John Travolta in the opening of Saturday Night Fever.  Go on and work it.  You are that awesome.
    Mom Jeans: The inspiration for zoological uniforms across the globe.
    Mom Jeans: The inspiration for zoological uniforms across the globe.

    2.  You can be overzealous concerning the proper use of biology terms and won’t hesitate to correct those around you, even when you aren’t at work.  This one probably doesn’t win us a lot of points with family or friends.  No one likes to be corrected publicly and sometimes we forget that it isn’t vital that you say “pup” instead of “baby” when we drag you into a conversation about sharks.  For us, it is a vital component of our jobs and it can be hard to separate our diligence at work from the dinner table.  So, forgive us if you say “born” and we immediately stop you and say, “No, you meant to say ‘hatched.’”  We aren’t trying to be total choads, we just can’t turn it off sometimes.  While we are on the subject, may I please tell you why you meant to say “flipper” and not “fin”?  You’re just so wrong.

    Sigh... sad, but true.
    Sigh… sad, but true.

    3.  You aren’t scared to eat food with pharmaceuticals all over your hands or anywhere around your food.  True story, we eat and breathe chemicals like it’s not even a thing.  One of many times during my senior aquarist years, I was in the midst of a trying day and I found myself having missed lunch.  Again.  One of my co-workers had kindly run off to grab us a couple of sandwiches from a nearby deli and brought them to the lab for us to scarf down.  An hour lunch, you say?  Ain’t nobody got time for that, especially when you have 4 hours of work left to do and 2 hours to do it because overtime isn’t approved.  I was in the midst of weighing out Praziquantel treatments for the next day to get us ready for the morning and had made quite a mess. Prazi looks a lot like cocaine… I mean, confectioner’s sugar… yea, sugar.  Sadly, I had managed to get it everywhere due to it being such a fine powder and it easily becomes airborne.  Simply opening a door and closing it nearby will send it flying; envision dropping a sack of flour.  My true blue co-worker hands me my sandwich and I eagerly noshed away, definitely ingesting several milligrams of Prazi while I was at it.  Whatever, at least now I know I don’t have intestinal worms. This is pretty much the norm in small facilities, we just don’t have the time or patience for MDS labels and safety shenanigans.  You dose out formalin next to your coffee and keep your lunch in the fridge next to the chloroquine.  Hell, we can’t afford health insurance anyway so it’s like getting preventative treatments just by being in the right place at the right time! Winning!

    drugs

    4.  You consistently check padlocks with an obsessive nature.   No lock will go unchecked.  EVER.  Want to know how to keep a zookeeper busy for hours on end?  Place them in a hallway lined with lockers and locks on each one.  Even if they don’t need to check them (pulling on them to see if they are secure) they will; every single one.  Why?  Because they’ll toil all day and night that they just didn’t take a second to do it with each one and it’s not worth the headache.  Lock out/tag out is one of the most tried and true safety operations we have in zoo.  Securing your gates can mean the difference between sleeping soundly that night or chewing your fingers to the bone worrying you’ll find an orangutan playing on the computer the next morning or a herd of zebra congregating on the nearest interstate.  This need to check locks radiates out into your personal life and can earn you some strange looks.  No, it’s not a ritual and we don’t need meds.  It is a safety operation that is hardwired into us.  Zookeepers also do not get in a twist when their co-workers check the same lock they themselves just checked 15 seconds ago, even if the coworkers saw you do it.  We all suffer from the same compulsion seeking peace of mind and solidarity is key.

    We're not sick, we're methodical.
    We’re not sick, we’re methodical.

    5.  Your hands look several decades older than the rest of your body and you have the weirdest tan lines on the planet.  We take endless amounts of shit for our tan lines. Zookeepers look like they have on white socks and forgot to wash their necks for a few years.  Trainers have the Teva® tan on their feet, the other tan lines depend on whether they sport a shortie wetsuit or a full.  I always toughed it out in the heat in my full. I tan easily and preferred to have just my hands and feet look strange (like brown gloves) instead of half my arms and legs looking like they were spray painted.  Those shortie tans, whew!  You end up looking like a parfait, there are so many layers of color.  Either way, we ALL have hands that have aged far more rapidly than the rest of us.  Between the sun exposure, bleach, hard labor, and overall abuse our hands take they don’t typically hold up well.  If your hands haven’t started to degrade yet, zoobie newbies, buckle up.  They are collateral damage but may earn you access to the Early Bird Specials at your local Bob Evans restaurant.

    Case Study 2:  Trainer
    Case Study 2: Trainer
    Case Study 1:  Zookeeper
    Case Study 1: Zookeeper

    I have decided to split this list of stereotypical behaviors, precursors, and physical aesthetics of animal care specialists into two parts.  I don’t want to overwhelm those that are just digesting the realization that they have crossed over to “The Zoo Side”. {{Mwuah-ha-ha}}  However, have no worries!  These indicators show how hard we work, how dedicated we are, and serve as physical evidence of our daily efforts.  Be proud, be very proud.

     “Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.”  Thomas Edison

    Until next time, folks (and Part 2 of “You Know You’re a Trainer or Zookeeper When…”).

    Hugs and Fishes, ya’ll!