Embarrassment

I guess it's been a bit naughty of me to call Tim all these names (although he certainly calls himself a lot more - and a lot worse than this), so it probably serves me right, that I now call myself tomato-face! Oh, the embarrassment...

I had spent the day in the BL, being rather good. Had gone through all my old notes, to make sure there were no question marks I had not followed up. One minute to eight, and the library is on the edge of closing. I pack up my things, shut down the computer, return my books, and... no, do not unlock the laptop. I normally use a laptop lock (which is attached to the laptop, and then bound around the lamp above the reading desk). Well, the lock has a simple four-digit combination (which happens to be the same as the pin to my Visa card, so nothing too tricky) but it just wouldn't open! Tried over and over again! No, still locked. In the end, had to go to security, and they called for a janitor to come and cut it open. Before the janitor arrived three of us managed to pull the thing over the lamp. I was absolutely mortified! And really stressed. I mean, now is not the time to have to find a lock smith.

Got home. Tried again. Oh, yes. Wrong combination. Tadaaa! Lock opens! I am sooo embarrassed!