Ever have one of those embarrassing moments? Those moments that you hope and pray no one sees but you’re sure someone did? I had one yesterday.
We have double glass doors into the tech services area of my library. They have locks at the bottom and are locked during non-business hours. One of the doors has a faulty lock that randomly slips and locks itself. So yesterday, I went to push the door open and walk through. But it had locked itself so it didn’t move. But I kept moving. So I walked into the door. Fabulous. And I can’t say it felt all that good either. Glass is hard. So is my head. Bashing two hard objects together is not a happy thing. Especially for the object that has nerve endings (that would be me, by the way).
Being the nice colleague that I am, I told my boss that the door had locked itself again (not everyone has a key, I don’t, but he does) and could he please unlock it before someone gets hurt (other than myself). So he unlocked it. And he also felt it prudent to tell the building manager that I had found out that it had locked itself again and could he please get that fixed. And told the building manager how I found out: “Shana walked into the door.” Gee thanks for sharing that with him.
Now the building manager is worried about my ability to walk around the library without hurting myself. And feels the need to remind me that I’m a dork every time he sees me by asking me if I’ve walked into anything else recently or if I’ve fallen off my bike (which hasn’t happened, by the way). Um, no. I’m not normally a klutz…only when there are witnesses. Really, I’m OK…mostly. Just my pride is wounded…just my pride. And I have very precious little pride left to wound.