Ever since I was little, a small part of me wanted to be one of those people who works at the zoo or aquarium and talks to people about the animals. I would go and think, “I fucking love the zoo! I know all these things! I could do this too!”
(Anecdote: When I was a little girl, my family took me to Clyde Peeling’s Reptileland and I corrected the zookeeper who said that the anaconda was the biggest snake in the world. “Um, actually, it’s the reticulated python,” I pointed out, the little Hermione Granger that I was. That poor guy probably wanted to kill me.)
Today, just for fun, I looked into those positions. Turns out that they don’t even get paid. It’s volunteering. You do a training course and commit to doing a shift a week for a year. For free. Well, for free parking and a discount at the gift shop.
That is the most perfect example of adulthood that I’ve ever encountered. Getting older and realizing that everything you thought was cool actually sucks something fierce.