Purgatory in Azkaban

One the second day in her new life in management she spend the first twenty minutes of her pre pre dawn morning locked in the shabby corridors between buildings after taking a wrong turn. She could not continue forward nor go back. She passed from one door to the next and stood staring at the solid grey steel barrier and wondered if there was some sort of alarm she would trigger if she just continued to jiggle the handles aggressively. The armed guard that had glimpsed her defeated form in passing and set her free never did explain to her her name tag would open any door. Maybe he knew there are just doors she should not open. Silly guard.