The Locked Door Conundrum

Hallo munchkins,

                                 I hope that all those unemployed young people out there (1 in 5 fifteen to twenty-five year olds according to my sources..) aren't getting too bogged down with all the applying and working for free and shizz. Here's a tale from one of my work experience experiences to cheer y'all up...

I'd just started work at a theatre in London. As I have mentioned in my previous blogs, I am not great at coming across as calm and confident when I first start work, mainly because I am not calm and confident when I first start  work. And when I feel a little apprehensive, I tend to do stupid things, which naturally I would never do in any other context... ahem.

On this fateful day, my boss left me alone to work in the office as she had meetings all day. She  left me a key to get into my office, which on previous days was unlocked when I arrived. So in the morning I toddled along to reception, smiled my most confident seeming smile, picked up my key, no problem.. However, when I got to my door, I realised the lock was silver and small, whereas my key was big and fat and rusty gold. Baffled, I gave the lock a few jabs anyway. It definitely didn't fit. Most perplexed, I headed back to reception.

"Erm, are you sure this is the key left  for me? It doesn't seem to work."
"That's the only key I have here".

She must have given me the wrong key. Sheepishly, I texted my boss informing her I was having trouble getting into my office. She told me not to worry, she'd come back at lunchtime and help me out. After killing some time eating chips I didn't really want in the cafe, my boss came back. I handed her the key, and off we went to the offending office. My boss put the key in the lock, giving me a confused look. It was at this point I realised that there were two locks on the door, the silver one that I had seen, and a few centimetres below this lock, a large, glaringly obvious gold lock. How.did.I.not.see.it.???

Oh dear me. My poor boss had come back from her meetings and all because I had failed to lower my gaze. She thought I just hadn't been able to turn the key in the lock properly. I'm not sure which is worse, that she thought I was too much of a spazz to be able to unlock a door, or that I had tried to get a key into a lock which it clearly didn't belong in, whilst failing to see the big gold lock that was practically screaming; "It's me, you idiot!"

So if you don't have a job yet and are having to tick that evil 'unemployed' box on a regular basis, take comfort in the knowledge that you definitely have more common sense than I do, and can use said common sense to identify and operate keys to open doors.