The Elevator & I

After much internal debate, I have decided that I'm going to blog about my "fun" elevator experience that occured two weeks ago. Claustrophobes beware!

So after an ordinary day at work, I walked into a seemingly conventional elevator excited with the prospect of beating traffing and heading home. It just wasn't meant to be. The elevator worked for a minute, stopped and shuddered. My heart almost stopped and I instantly knew that it was going to be a looong night. I was mostly stressed about being at an appointment at 7 pm. I called the elevator emergency line and spoke with their representative, who politely informed me that it would be about an hour before someone could get me out. What???

Luckily, our security guard also called the fire department, so after waiting for a little over an hour, I suddenly heard two men outside of the elevator doors arguing with one another about who was suppose to let me out. Umm hello can you guys please figure this out later and just let me out! Ultimately, the firemen won the argument, they opened the door a few feet and with their aid I jumped about six feet down to the firm floor. (I was stuck in between two floors.) Oh hallelujah!

Overall, the whole situation was just terribly embarrassing, however, I am grateful that everything turned out well and that they didn't leave me in that darn elevator all night. Some of my co-workers were amazed that I remained calm during this whole nightmare but I knew that if I freaked out that it would just make the entire situation that much worse. It's always best to remain calm and to try not to panic. I do have to admit that I had some scary and overdramatic thoughts cross my mind about the elevator's cables snapping...However, I'm also pretty sure that I must have some awesome and greatly overworked guardian angels watching over me.

Moral of the story: take the stairs!