the key...or not the key...what was the question?
As mentioned yesterday....
You make a big fuck-up and leave your keys in the door of the workshop you own overnight, in a seriously dodgy part of London, where we KNOW people sniff about and chop padlocks off shipping crates anyway...but luckily...LUCKILY nothing happens, one of your employees finds the keys the next morning, oops, aren't I silly, bugger me, glad we didn't lose the hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of equipment and computers we own. phew!
So the next night, what goes through your head? What ARE you thinking? If it had been me, my primary thought would be 'OMG don't forget the keys!!!'.
.
..
...
If you're my boss, the next day you grab your bike, you wheel it outside, you go and lock the padlock on the loading bay. And then you go home. Yes, you go home. You do not stop to set the alarm...or lock the door...or lower the shutter...or collect £200. You just go home. Leaving the entire building open overnight. Anyone could walk in and take what they liked. Take everything. (But you do manage to take your keys home...).
Words actually failed me this morning. I got there, shutter was up, so I peeked at the door (you can see if it's locked or not) it wasn't locked, so I walked in, headed upstairs - expecting to find my boss there early, in the office. He wasn't. I put the kettle on and looked out of the office window into the workshop...he wasn't there either. But y'know, I assumed he was up at the back. So I settled down with tea and crumpets for breakfast, thinking he was naughty, because we got a proper lecture on locking the door when we couldn't see/hear it opening.
Then I heard someone coming in, which I assumed was one of the boys.
And the boss walks upstairs, cycling gear and bag etc. on. I just STARED at him.
Boss: Are you okay?
Me: O_O Um...I thought...you've been here a while, yeah?
Boss: No, I've just got here...was everything okay this morning?
Me: It was open though...it was all open. I mean, unlocked...everything...the alarm wasn't set. I thought you were HERE.
Boss: O_O FUCK. Fuck. I'm losing my mind. I had a sudden thought in the dry cleaner's this morning that maybe I hadn't locked up last night, but...FUCK. OMG, I don't know what's happening to me...FUCK. We could have lost everything...
So, yeah, cut a long story short, my boss is losing it, and *I* locked up tonight...
You make a big fuck-up and leave your keys in the door of the workshop you own overnight, in a seriously dodgy part of London, where we KNOW people sniff about and chop padlocks off shipping crates anyway...but luckily...LUCKILY nothing happens, one of your employees finds the keys the next morning, oops, aren't I silly, bugger me, glad we didn't lose the hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of equipment and computers we own. phew!
So the next night, what goes through your head? What ARE you thinking? If it had been me, my primary thought would be 'OMG don't forget the keys!!!'.
.
..
...
If you're my boss, the next day you grab your bike, you wheel it outside, you go and lock the padlock on the loading bay. And then you go home. Yes, you go home. You do not stop to set the alarm...or lock the door...or lower the shutter...or collect £200. You just go home. Leaving the entire building open overnight. Anyone could walk in and take what they liked. Take everything. (But you do manage to take your keys home...).
Words actually failed me this morning. I got there, shutter was up, so I peeked at the door (you can see if it's locked or not) it wasn't locked, so I walked in, headed upstairs - expecting to find my boss there early, in the office. He wasn't. I put the kettle on and looked out of the office window into the workshop...he wasn't there either. But y'know, I assumed he was up at the back. So I settled down with tea and crumpets for breakfast, thinking he was naughty, because we got a proper lecture on locking the door when we couldn't see/hear it opening.
Then I heard someone coming in, which I assumed was one of the boys.
And the boss walks upstairs, cycling gear and bag etc. on. I just STARED at him.
Boss: Are you okay?
Me: O_O Um...I thought...you've been here a while, yeah?
Boss: No, I've just got here...was everything okay this morning?
Me: It was open though...it was all open. I mean, unlocked...everything...the alarm wasn't set. I thought you were HERE.
Boss: O_O FUCK. Fuck. I'm losing my mind. I had a sudden thought in the dry cleaner's this morning that maybe I hadn't locked up last night, but...FUCK. OMG, I don't know what's happening to me...FUCK. We could have lost everything...
So, yeah, cut a long story short, my boss is losing it, and *I* locked up tonight...