A common complaint in my workplace is the steady stream of nitwits who fail to read the sign on the door.

Instead, they stand there peering around it, tapping on the glass with sad little expressions like lost homeless kittens. The first few times its ok, but after showing 40 delivery men how to read, it becomes tedious.

No, stupid. The other door. The one that is wide open?
That’s the one! You’re so clever!

Recently, our office was burgled. Some bastard threw a brick straight at the "other door" sign, smashed the glass and made off with my monitor. I was most unhappy, considering that I look at my monitor all day. Also, because the dumb bastard didn’t stop to read the sign anyway.

Still, for the past few days, we've been existing in a signless world, where I have to communicate to dumb delivery people with hand gestures alone.

Hello! *wave*
Door broken. *frown, waft, *
Use that one! *point point*
Thank you. *smile*

Sometimes it’s necessary to venture outside to rescue confused TNT-Express employees from the Tricky Broken Door Trap.

Anyway, today I decided that I'd had enough. It was cold outside, and there was a large delivery expected. I didn’t want to be responsible for hypothermic delivery guys, tapping on my window all day long. I'd make a replacement "door" sign, making it clear and precise.

"Please Use Other Door" in huge bold text, with a nice handy arrow on it, just to get people pointed in the right direction. I even put our company logo on it. Made sure the font was matching, the borders all lined up, that the colour scheme suited our office décor.

After printing it out, I attached it to the door and stood back, admiring the lovely new sign. No more playing charades with idiots. No longer will I have to brave the shitty London weather to rescue people.

And then I realised.

The damn arrow was pointing the wrong way.