I Would Die Before Earning a Food Pellet

Once again, work is cancelled, and I showed up anyway. This time I was about 95% certain it was cancelled. That's the worst. I really wanted to sleep in, but that 5% was really nagging at me. Then as I was coming to work, I realized, to my dismay, that I would make an unintelligent lab rat. Well, that's if I were a lab rat. You see, there's this door code that I have to use for one of the doors, within which there is a set of two keys, with which to open two more doors, and two locks. Thus, you can see the importance of getting through the first door.

Anway, on the first day of class I couldn't open this door with my door code, so I called my manager to see if there was a new number for it. He said that I had the right number, but that I had to press the numbers very slowly and firmly. Well, he was right, and after that I was able to get it open...usually. I noticed that it only seemed to work when the duration between which I pressed the buttons was not exactly consistent between numbers, but I never could really pick up on the exact pattern. I just ended up coming early, to an already annoyingly early class, so that I could mess with the door code until it opened.

At some point, a few weeks, or maybe even a month later, I gradually became aware of the pattern. After pressing the first number, I had to pause for roughly a second, then enter the following four numbers in the usual fashion (with only slight pauses), and then finally pause roughly another whole second before entering the last number.

Anyway, that was a long story about a rather small and pathetic problem. Haha. But I realized that if I were a lab rat in some sort of experiment, I would probably die before earning a food pellet.