The photo below was provided by fellow blogger Deb @ Nope, Not Pam. Thanks, Deb
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a man walking on a paved path at a park holding a snake that is draped over his shoulders)
I didn’t think that what I did that night was going to have bad consequences for me until they sounded the alarm. The snake was not in its enclosure and I was the last person who had handled it.
The zookeeper called me into his office and I was told to go over the details of my last evening, step by step. As I was recounting my nightly routine, I suddenly realized that I had not locked up the glass doors. I was about to lock them, that much I remembered but then there was a distraction. John had called me over to the crocs pond and showed me how two of the crocodiles were wrestling with each other. It must be then, that I left the doors unlocked and now the snake was missing.
This was so bad and I could lose my job over it. And they wouldn’t give me a good reference either. Frantically I searched for the snake. It was not a poisonous one but still, a snake of that size could give anybody a scare.
Well, I did finally find it, hiding under the dense foliage of the nearby aviary. But I couldn’t save my job. And I didn’t ask for a reference because I knew what it was going to be.
One should not be distracted when on duty.