Just had a flashback at my previous workplace at a dance studio that I wanted to share. Having operated for nearly thirteen years at a previous dance studio; with excellent reputation, the staff, instructors and senior students have no shortage of funny anecdotes to share, and you can hit the archives just to see a collection of all the fond memories we’ve had. Anyways, for the first time in thirteen years, our staff was locked out of the main office! Although we were rescued by a kind locksmith nearby, we all learnt a valuable lesson. Have a read!
The lock looked similar to this upon arrival as you can see the insert looked a little out of “alignment”:
The earliest members of staff to arrive were our janitors and receptionist, all of whom had assumed that the key was with another staff member who hadn’t arrived yet. By the time classes should have started, a small crowd had formed in front of the entrance to the studio! It was soon discovered (after some frustration) that intern Jessica had brought the only set of keys home with her after locking up the previous night, and was not coming in to work today as per her availability schedule. When our head instructor Pierre arrived, everybody was relieved, knowing he had his own set of keys. However, he turned up with the wrong ones! They were in fact the keys to his son’s auto repair garage. Owing to a morning of unfortunate caffeine deficiency, Pierre accidentally swapped his keys for his son’s, adding yet another problem to the equation as his son’s garage had to open services later than usual. To make matters worse, a darkening sky and a light rain threatened to make our wait outside incredibly uncomfortable.
After we had determined that Pierre indeed had the wrong keys and the other set was indeed with Jessica, the only option (short of breaking down and damaging the door as per many peoples’ suggestions) was to get the help of a neighboring locksmith service, a nearby business who we honestly hadn’t spoken to since the company opened its doors. Apparently, Key of M has been operating since the 80s, has fitted, repaired and serviced various establishments around the area (including the local Woolworths warehouse) and is run by a family of Filipinos. They were incredibly friendly and helpful, swiftly taking the time to come to our aid. Their oldest son managed to open the door for us with a selection of handy tools, all without damaging the door or any of the studio premises. As the rain started to grow stronger, we were incredibly grateful for their help and were so relieved when the door swung open flawlessly, welcoming us once more into our studio home!
Although classes started a little later than usual, members of the Company managed to have a relatively ordinary day afterward. Key of M (with M standing for the family’s surname Marahuyo) kindly offered to make extra copies of our front door key, which will be distributed among the Company’s senior instructors to prevent any further door-related incidents.
Pierre’s son’s reputation as a responsible auto mechanic was not damaged, nor was Jessica’s internship terminated. But from this entire experience, everyone learned to be more involved in looking after the dance studio– and we made some new friends too!