On Thursday, there was a fire drill at work. Fifteen floors of workers had to evacuate down to Swanston Street in the middle of the city. As we milled around in the 35°C heat, I decided to take an early lunch. I slipped out of the crowd and took a tram to check out the Orientation Week festivities at university.

I was very happy to see my friends there. Being a working adult, I now feel a bit isolated from the social action so I was very pleased to catch up with everyone. But all good things must come to an end and after half an hour, Damjan walked me back to the office.

“Bye Joan!” he said. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you, Damjan! Thank you for walking with me.” I waved happily and entered the glass revolving doors.

As I kept pace with the revolving doors, I was still absorbed in the pleasantness of my lunch break. I stepped out of the turnstile and immediately smacked my head against the glass — I had stepped out one pane too early!

The people behind me gasped. “Are you okay?”

I laughed feebly and waved off the helping hands. How embarrassing…