I am so getting fired
I work in an office which is effectively split in two. I think at one point in the distant past there were two companies, as it is really two buildings, with shared lifts and stairs.
On each floor there are two doors, one to each building, which requires a person to swipe the card to open the door.
The other night, as I was leaving, I had put my card in my bag as usual (I wear it hung around my neack, and it annoys me wearing it outside, especially when it is as windy as it has been of late), and walked out of my side of the building talking on my mobile phone to Krazy K.
As I walked out of the locked door to my side, so this man walked out of the stairs, and tried to open the door to the building opposite mine. While still chatting to Krazy K, I signalled to hang on, while trying to juggle into the depths of my tardis like bag, and still arranging the nights festivities.
In the end I gave up, waved him to wait, and finished talking to Krazy K.
I was very polite when I hung up, apologised, said I had put my pass away and I needed both hands to dig deep into my bag. He smiled too, apologies, said he had a passcard, but it was broken.
As I was about to wave my card in front of the scanner, I thought better of it. After all, the place he was heading was where all the big bosses of my part of the company work. And you can’t be too careful, can you?
“Erm, before I let you in, do you mind if I ask who you are?”
He looked at me strangely.
“I’m Petey Pete, head of all the retail part of the business.”
If the head man of the whole of the company, not just the split off part where I work was God, this man was Jesus.
It’s lucky I am such a quite, non descript little thing, and there is nothing remotely memorable about the fat woman with the two tone crazy hair……. He won’t remember me at all.