I've Got a Little Story For Ya

Ok. I know. I’m probably the worst blogger ever. But blame it on a lack of time (and for awhile internet). Honestly, I wouldn’t even be blogging right now if it weren’t for the fact that this story is too good to pass up. It is an example of how even though I have moved 18 hours away to Florida I have not changed one bit.

So here’s the scene: My previous shift was over at 2:45 am. Yes, am. That means I didn’t get home until about 3:30. So pretty much not a lot of sleep before I had to go into work again; which meant Pam was tired and being fueled by coke. Also, we have these really nifty lockers that you can see into and are electronic so all you have to do is type in a password and you can use it. The problem is you sometimes get locked out of them. Which I have done before. Several times. But I can’t help the fact that technology hates me! No matter how careful I am it is possible to get locked out.

So picture it: It is finally my break! Yes! Now I can get another coke which I had been thinking about for at least an hour. That’s all I wanted. A coke. I go to my locker, see my bag and type in my password. Didn’t work. Try it again. Didn’t work. Great. I’ve been locked out of my locker. Again. So I go and get a manager who unlocks it for me. Along the way somebody comments about how I’ve locked myself out of my locker again. I then confess that this was probably my 5^th time. (In three weeks, yes I know how bad that sounds, but again NOT MY FAULT).  So he goes an unlocks it for me and I pull out my bad, excited to finally get my coke when I notice that it is not my stuff. And then I realize that I had not been able to use the same locker I normally do and the person who was using it had the exact same bag as me because there was my locker right next to it with my bag sitting in it. I had them open up somebody else’s locker thinking it was my own.