A bit of background information to start us off – our offices are split over three floors of a four floor building. Each floor has glass, access tag controlled doors guarding them, like so:
An office door, perfectly happy with life.
And this brings us to the door guarding the Development Department. It’s had a bit of an unhealthy history of not opening properly and flexing just a little whenever it was being opened, although none of us really were concerned about it – we just used our tags to open the things and move through.
Today however, the door decided that it was sick of the perceived abuse that it had suffered, and let us know in spectacular fashion:
An office door, decidedly unhappy with life.
No humans were hurt in the act of the door performing seppuku, but that does leave us with the problem of getting the thing replaced over a weekend…