I think you need to have them once in a while to remind yourself that you're human and to force yourself to laugh at yourself.
Today I had a few errands to run on the town and was planning to do them after going down to the mini mart on the first floor of our building and getting myself one of those yummy avocado salads I'd been drooling over all week.
Now there's something you should know about my office. We have a history of some creeps hanging out. I've only seen one but my previous boss told me how this one guy came in with a dirty purse one time and was acting really creepy and kept trying to give the purse to her. He left it behind when he finally left and when she opened it up, her passport was inside. She still has no idea how it got there. But that's the reason we keep our office locked at all times, especially when it's just one person there. Oh, yeah, you see where this is going.
At about noon I went down to the first floor to retrieve a salad from the mini mart. On the way I noticed the tall maintenance guy (not creepy- actually close to my age and cute which is why I avoid him since clearly he doesn't ever seem to notice that flashy bling on my left hand) smiling and waving to me. I smiled back kindly and hoped he wouldn't discover the location of my office any time soon.
I stood there in the hallway holding my bundle of dirty napkins, an empty ramekin of salad dressing, and a container of Lysol wipes pondering my next move. I hurried down to the first floor to the building manager's office to retrieve a key (fortunately finding a trash receptacle along the way to throw away the napkins before I accidentally wiped anymore salad dressing on my jeans) but was still clutching my Lysol wipes. I stopped into the mini mart to get another salad dressing on the way. Only to arrive at the building manager's office about 5 minutes after 12 and to read the sign on the door saying that the office is closed for lunch from 12-1. Crap again.
I went back upstairs (seeing the maintenance guy again smile at me) to see if I could call the emergency building management number from one of our neighbor offices. My friends in the engineering office were all out of the office. The chiropractor was closed on Fridays. I tried my dentist across the hallway. They were kind enough to let me use their phone to call. The lady on the other line said she would see what she could do and give me a call back. Twenty minutes went by of my chatting with the poor dentist receptionist (who was probably trying to get work done!)
I decided to give up and try to find a maintenance guy (hopefully NOT the cute one!) to see if they had a master key. So I went to the elevator and tried guessing floor numbers. Lucky number 8. Nope, no maintenance guy on that level. Level 4. No one there except for the maintenance guy who was working on the windows outside. Thanks for misleading me, outside maintenance guy. Level 3. No luck. Level 2. No one there. Back to level 1. Still clutching my salad dressing and Lysol wipes container.
Found a maintenance guy outside (not the cute one! yay!) but he didn't have a key. Ended up waiting outside the management office (yup, still clutching my Lysol and dressing but wishing I at least had my iPhone...I was going through Twitter withdrawal already!) until someone came back from lunch.
I ended up being locked out for an hour total. Then I checked my Facebook and realized that my previous post had complained about being stuck in the office by myself and how I couldn't wait to get out.
Just goes to show you, be careful what you wish for. I really wanted to get out of the office but didn't expect I wouldn't be able to get back in. :)