Quality

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Toward the end of my interview, I was still waiting for a hard-hitting question. 

Two peer reviewers were visiting the Museum as part of a reaccreditation process through the American Alliance of Museums. During my scheduled time block with them, it was not the interrogation I imagined. We simply chatted casually about the daily care and training that I do with our live animals. 

At the end I asked if they had any questions for me. One of the reviewers said, "I think that says it all." He indicated the sign I have posted above the whiteboard:


The quality of our work is the quality of their lives.

I truly believe this sentiment. Any time I think about cutting corners because I'm busy or tired, I realize that our animals deserve my best - even if it takes a little extra willpower some days - because the quality of their life depends on it. 

It was meaningful to be recognized by the reviewer for this core belief that has shaped my work at the Museum.

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