Warning: Language contained within may not be suitable for the young, the prim, or people learning English =P
Today I was working in the University Graduate School offices. A small office, less than 10 staff members – and one was leaving, so they had cake. So they offered us some cake too. Winnar!
Anyhoos, at the end of the day, they all left and the Dean’s Assistant asked me to lock up when I leave.
“No worries, how do I do that?”
“There’s a large green Exit button on the wall to the side, just press that and when the door closes, it’ll automatically lock”
Or something along those lines. I had heard ‘large’, ‘green’, and ‘button’, and got a little excited about getting to press something gadgety that the next part of the sentence my mind registered was “it’ll automatically lock”.
So, I go to leave after I finished my work. Walk through the door, past the reception table and see the green button over to the side, like a siren calling sailors unaware as they drift down the stream. Except this adventurer was aware… I knew what it did. I knew… And I was ready and willing.
I pressed it.
Then went to open the glass door and trot off on home towards the sunset. The door wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Locked good. Shit. I could see freedom on the other side. Shit.
What did Maree say?
Press the button… Door locks.
Fuck. Was I supposed to have the door opened when I pressed the button?!
That’s obvious goof, how do you expect the door to know when you’ve left the room?
But it’s so far from the door handle and the green button! How does the physically (arm-length wise) challenged reach both at the same time?!
I suddenly got mental images of someone (me!) propping the door open with their foot and reaching in vain for the button. Or alternatively pushing the door open as far wide as it would go, dashing over to press the button, and then sprinting for the ever-closing door, sliding past it Indiana-Jones style (dropping my hat and reaching back to grab it too! haha)
But that didn’t help my predicament. I wondered if there was a safety button, to unlock the door in the event some foolish ITD staff member locks themselves in (me again!). I looked around.. pot plant, chair, telephone, reception table, door back into the UGS offices. Crap. There’s a keypad on the other side. Who would have an access code?! Ric? No, ITD wouldn’t be given access to UGS offices. Could I wait for someone to walk by? Not on level 7. There’s nothing here for anyone to walk by towards. Security. I’d have to call security… omg, whats the number for security?!
I never did work out the number for security. After 5 minutes of what-the-hell-do-I-do-now, how-could-I-be-so-stupid, omg-I-wonder-if-theres-any-cake-left-for-overnight-sustenance-if-I-can’t-get-out panic, I decided to press that darned green button again. I heard a click and looked at the doorframe suspiciously. Gingerly, I pulled on the handle.. and it opened!
The universe… sometimes it just has a laugh. Helped out by yours truly.


