#awkward WHO: Benjamin & Danielle Yeats WHAT: An awkward run-in WHEN: Mid-day, July 5 WHERE: Zooquarium STATUS: Closed, completed RATING/WARNINGS: R for language; TW: Potential mentions of domestic abuse
Zooquarium; Day five. She'd trained for three days, and this was her second official day at work without tagging along and learning the ropes. Three intensive days and now she as set free. Well, not really. Most of her day was spent in the little IT office, monitoring the systems. It was suited well enough for her - not exactly what she had had in mind when she got her degree, but it was nice enough and the systems were complex. It made for an interesting time, keeping everything running the way it should. Of course, with that much technology and it's penchant for hating the human race, something was bound to stop working at some time.
So, here it was - her second official day, fifth day even at the Zoo in general aside from her visits and interviews, and several of the interactive exhibit's monitors went dead. Since it was deemed a minor problem, Danielle was the one sent out to see what was going on. It took her a tad longer than it should have, to find the area the monitors had gone out on. It was a fish center, in one of the touch-zones for aquatic life. The monitors gave detailed descriptions of each sea creature and you could browse through them to figure out what they ate, their life cycles, etc. More for kids than adult, but it was good information and drew crowds of all ages, or at least that's what she figured. She'd check it out, as an adult. She had checked it out, as an adult. Right before applying.
With her tool belt on and everything, Danielle got to work. A fraying wire and a couple other little missteps in placement caused the outage, and before long (with several trips back to the IT headquarters to get a few more supplies), the systems were back up. Making sure all was working properly, Danielle went through the menu options, double checked the settings, jiggled the cords a little to make sure they were tight enough. Eventually, she stood back to admire her own handiwork. "Voila. Perfect." She said to herself, a rare smile finding it's way to her lips - possibly because no one was there.