You know…a girl just cannot seem to get a break. Here’s how my day started.
I decided to get an early start at work, so I left for work straight from taking my daughter to school. I work at a law firm with a couple of branch offices, and today was the day that I visit one of them. The office occupies the top floor of a bank, and there are other businesses on the other floors.
So, I go, use my key to let myself in to the elevator, and proceed to punch in the elevator code that’s required for our floor (we’re special, you know). Well, nothing happens. Being a computer tech does not necessarily mean I’m always tech savy…although I do pretty good. I punch in the code again and hit the button of the floor I want. Nothing. The elevator goes up, and then goes down. Someone enters the elevator.
“What floor,” I ask.
“Four,” they say.
Ok. I hit the button. They stare. They are trying to figure out why I am already on the elevator and why I’m not getting off when they do. Yeah, I like riding elevators. It’s a lot cheaper than going to Disney.
So, after they get off, I try to enter the code again. The buttons all have two numbers, so I think that maybe to get to the number I need, I’m supposed to hit that button twice. Nope. Down I go.
The doors open, and there’s two people waiting to get on.
I wave good morning to them. :waving: They give me weird looks.
“What floor?” I ask.
“Four,” they say, looking at me from the corners of their eyes and standing real close to one another.
I feel the need to explain, so I tell them I’m trying to get to — floor.
“Oh, the one that needs the code?” Yeah. I lamely explain that the code must have been changed. Uh huh, right. I don’t think they really believed me. They get off, looking behind them. I think they were making sure I wasn’t going to follow them.
So, do you think I would get off of the elevator at some point? Oh no…that would be too easy. I keep trying…all combinations of numbers. I’m surprised an alarm did not go off. Once, I even pressed the numbers of the floors instead of the special keypad. Yep…I got to stop on every floor.
Oh, and normally, there are several people at work early. But not today…oh no, that would mean that Nathalie is having a good day.
Finally, after about the 10th trip up and down that elevator (and I was starting to feel sick…I’m dumb…should have just gotten off), one of our employees arrives. She doesn’t have the code either. We ride. To no avail. She calls the person who has the code. He’s on his way in and won’t divulge the info. Great. So we waited…OUTSIDE the elevator. We finally got to our offices. And you know what, it wouldn’t have mattered if I had the newer code because they changed the locks on the doors of our floor, so I would have still been stuck! Grrr…
And you know what…my day got worse and worse.
Thanks for letting me share. I’m more stressed than you can possibly know. The computers at work are having fits, I’m working from home…despite the fact that I choose to work part-time so I can do things with my family and finish up assignments for school. I found out I made a 75 on my mid-term and an 80 on my paper. I’m a straight-A student, so this bothers me. It’s my last term, and I want my A’s. My final in one of my classes is gonna stink, and the professor won’t provide lecture notes because he doesn’t use them…“That’s for amateurs,” he told me yesterday on the phone. Sorry, but I’m a novice.
Anyhow, I thought the elevator story was funny…until the rest of the day started happening.