When signing the lease we planned a meeting with the owner. At the meeting, he was supposed to teach us how to control everything in the wellness room. In the end, I wasn’t able to go. But it was okay, because we were going to record the instructions anyway so that we don’t forget and don’t have to bother Mr. owner again in a week.
Bob returned home and sent me all the videos so I could watch them later.
Video instructions for the whirlpool:
“You turn on the boiler here,” something clicked, but I can only see their legs.
“Yep yep,” Bob mumbled as the owner explains him next steps. But there are still only their legs.
“If you want to turn it off again, the control is here,” their legs.
So I don’t know what to do, but it will probably have something to do with legs.
In our company, there are turnstiles placed in front of lifts. You can go through with a special card. The card also opens doors on a specific floor. If you forget your card, a receptionist will lend you another one.
I went to the 17th floor and tapped the borrowed card. Beep beep and nothing. I tried again. No success. I gave it up and rang the bell. A new girl opened the door for me.
“Hello,” she said.
“I forgot my card and they probably activated the wrong floor for me again,” I said and showed her the beep beep and nothing. Then I entered the door.
“And who are you going to meet?” she stood in my way.
“What do you mean?”
“Hi, Hikaru!” another colleague approached us, wide smile on her face.
The new girl was visibly relieved: “I don’t know whose son he is, will you take care of it, please?”
And now everyone is laughing at me.