The Lockout

I absolutely love my job - what I do, the culture, co-workers, everything - especially the fact that I work from home on Fridays.  I actually find that I am quite productive in my work and can usually squeeze in a few chores in between meetings/tasks.

Rewind to a few Friday's ago.  It is Friday morning.  I have about 20 minutes before my next call.  My goal is to prep for the day - which includes removing any distractions from my immediate work area.  Today the only thing that needs to be cleaned up are my breakfast dishes and my new blower.  I took the dishes to the kitchen and then take the blower to the back porch. 

I set the blower down and turn to go back in the house.  I open the door - expect that it doesn't open.  My back door, in addition to a deadbolt, has a self-locking door knob.  Great.  I try again just to make sure I am not having a blonde moment.  Yup, I am officially locked out of my house.

Now, as I was just planning on dropping off the blower and going inside - I don't have my phone, purse, keys of any sort.  So I quickly run the options... bedroom window - locked; fencedoor so I can go to the front door (even though I know the front door is locked) - oh wait - that is right - I have padlocked my fence so people can't get into my backyard.  So I am locked out of my house, locked into my backyard.

Quite embarrassing.  I can't call anyone as I don't have my phone.  What good would it do anyway - no one has keys.  So then I start to think about what window I want to break to get into my house and wondering how soon Mr. Tommy would be able to fix it for me...

I look over into my neighbor's yard and he returning from an errand.  I say good good morning and ask if he still has the spare key to my house.  He is unsure - but will check.

We will just fast forward to me getting out of the locked fenced backyard and around to the front of my house.  He comes over - and praise God - he has a spare key.  Another blessing - unlike some people who work from home - I actually change into real clothes to work instead of working in my PJs.

So I get back into my house without any broken windows or doors and some minor embarrassment in time for my next call.  Needless to say - the self-locking door has to go - deadbolts, traditional locks, and a good alarm will do for me.