After we went into one of the     
rooms that didn’t have a camera, she   
told me, “I have no problem with you   
doing it, except if you get caught     
Crim, I won’t be the one firing you.   
As far as I’m concerned, this whole    
conversation never happened.”          
     I thought about that for a second,
“What conversation?”                   
     “Thank you.”                      
     “You’re welcome,” and I went back 
to work.                               
     As soon as one dirty cage, or a   
rack full of them was pushed into the  
Dark-Side, I’d almost run to check it  
out, before the Tech left the room.    
     They’d actually wait for me,      
before going back to do more change-   
outs.                                  
     Every one of them understood,     
* because every single Tech there was      
awesome. This was not just a job to    
them either, because they also cared   
about the mice.                        
     If I found one, they’d almost run 
to get a clean cage from the Clean-    
Side. I’d change into new gloves and   
transfer the mouse into it.            
     They’d apologize and thank me for 
double-checking, even though it meant, 
that I’d caught them in a mistake.     
     They weren’t like that, and it    
didn’t even matter that they’d now have
to go and figure out which cage the    
mouse was originally from. None of them
seemed to care about that at all.      
     One of the Techs told me that it  
didn’t take that long anyway, because  
where I’d found the mouse was all they 
needed to know.                        



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