Locked?

I frowned, jiggling the handle once more. 
Locked.
I looked up, turning in place to make sure I had come to the right door.
I had.
So why then was this door locked?
It was never locked. 
I exhaled, jiggling the handle one more time for good measure before I let go, and turned to rest my back against the door.
Just my luck.
The one time I actually needed to get into this room was the one time I couldn't. The one time when all the managers with the keys had already left for the day.
Now what?

-Inspiration from work