Faulty.

yes, this is gonna be a venting post, not a post about how awesome my day at TCP is. will blog about it at a later date. right now I just want to vent all negativity out so as to go to bed, at least clearer and more organized brain. so if you ain't gonna like my ranting 'OH IM SO FREAKING GUILTY AND ANGRY RIGHT NOW.' type of post. kindly exit the page. NOW.

I'm lying on the mattress of the loft apartment, and I was appointed as the team leader AND room IC. and apparently, I think I just spoilt the door lock. I mean, I tried resetting it.but then, after which, it wouldnt open. to neither my old or my new passwords. so I called Royston, got my room mates to shower first and waited for him to come. he came, and I was so terrified when he told me that 'this is bad' I was utterly terrified. I mean, DID I JUST FREAKING SPOIL A DOOR LOCK ON DAY 1 OF MY CAMP. I know my Roommates ain't saying anything but then..

and then I vented on twitter while waiting for Royston and for him to call the management to get help. and people responded to me. and I'm really thankful. they told me it isn't my fault.
They say the lock is probably faulty in the first place. I know. but the fact still stands that it spoiled AFTER I tried resetting the password. it still doesn't change the possibility that I might have spoilt the lock. and there is a bigger possibility that I might have to make my roommates move to another room. all of these guilt and burdens catch up to me when things go wrong. I really feel like sending a couple of slaps across my face. this is the part of me I hate the most.

and right now. I better try to go to bed. I've got a long day ahead tmr. ain't got a single idea how to survive through tmr.

and, I'm sorry Team South Africa. I'm probably not the best I/C you could have. I'm sorry.