rantingredneck
Member
I changed jobs about 3 years ago. I was brought in as Director of a facility that had just merged into a larger organization. I was 31 years old at the time and as far as I know I am still the youngest person in my position in an organization like ours in this state.
My first day on the job, @ about 9:30, nature called. I answered. I walked down the hall from my office and went into the bathroom. As I closed the door the doorknob came off in my hand.
I took care of what I went in there to take care of. Priorities and all. Then I assessed where I was.
1) I'm the new guy. More importantly the new "boss".
2) I'm younger than just about everybody working for me.
3) I'm locked in the bathroom on my first day on the job
Nothing inspires confidence like yelling for help to get out of the bathroom right??
So in my pocket I had a Leatherman Micra. I think someone already mentioned it in an earlier post. Handy little tool. Scissors, nice sharp small blade............more importantly for me, a screwdriver. I took the rest of the doorknob apart and got myself out.
That Micra is in my pocket at all times now. I work in a fairly liberal field. Lots of folks I work with look askance at anything "weapony". I spend a lot of time in hospitals, schools, courthouses, police stations, etc. Nobody says boo about it.
I actually have a couple of them. One is pink. How's that for innocent??
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My first day on the job, @ about 9:30, nature called. I answered. I walked down the hall from my office and went into the bathroom. As I closed the door the doorknob came off in my hand.
I took care of what I went in there to take care of. Priorities and all. Then I assessed where I was.
1) I'm the new guy. More importantly the new "boss".
2) I'm younger than just about everybody working for me.
3) I'm locked in the bathroom on my first day on the job
Nothing inspires confidence like yelling for help to get out of the bathroom right??
So in my pocket I had a Leatherman Micra. I think someone already mentioned it in an earlier post. Handy little tool. Scissors, nice sharp small blade............more importantly for me, a screwdriver. I took the rest of the doorknob apart and got myself out.
That Micra is in my pocket at all times now. I work in a fairly liberal field. Lots of folks I work with look askance at anything "weapony". I spend a lot of time in hospitals, schools, courthouses, police stations, etc. Nobody says boo about it.
I actually have a couple of them. One is pink. How's that for innocent??
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