Off kilter
For the start of this week I think my place of employment has turned into something sort of interesting.
Not all good, mind you. But interesting.
Yesterday morning, Monday, as I came up the elevator with a rather bland woman, a fellow co-worker in my dept, a 350 lb-ish IT guy, and a middle-aged business man sporting a chic briefcase, the lift started. Then dropped. My stomach turned. My co-worker gasped. The lift paused after a bit of another shake. She punched the button again when our floor (six) unlit itself. 11 and 14 still were lit.
I said, "Ooo, that didn't feel good."
350 lb man said "It's been doing this a lot lately." Ever so calmly.
Bland woman just stood there looking bored & put out.
The lift started again, dropped. "Oh geez," I said. Am I the only one freaking out??
The lift seemed to settle and stop completely. The floor light we all watched intently with worried gazed disappeared and went black. Black is a bad thing on an elevator.
"Great now it doesn't say anything?" I said as the rest of us figured we were stuck between floors.
"It did this to me last week," said IT guy. Business man shifted & gave a worried look to him. My co-worked simply asked, "Really?" But it startled her more than she led on. Where was a spare blood pressure pill when she needed one, she was silently asking herself.
Business man pushed the emergency call button. "Might as well," he said, "We're not going anywhere." But rather than sticking around with 4 other people, one very large, in a very tiny elevator that was quickly closing in, he, with his black (what other color would it be?) briefcase in one hand and brute strength in the other, pried the doors open with the tips of his thick fingers. The step looked small from where I stood in the back. We were slightly above the 7th floor. We should have been delivered to 6 if it weren't for the elevator's hiccups. Business man said, "It's quite a step." And, ever the gentleman, gave a hand to the 3 of us women as we hopped down to the floor. It was dark & looked like a basement. Unfinished, unused. It was like a secret floor they didn't even identify on the elevator button options. Floors 7-13 didn't exist until now.
Ah, revelation & a heart attack before 8 a.m.
Today, the event was one on which I missed out. Fortunately.
Guy from 2 cubes over asked me if I caught the commotion that was going on earlier today out the office window. No, I hadn't. Someone spotted a girl in nothing but her skivies prancing around her apartment with the curtains wide open for a while. Everyone apparently then ogled out the window to catch a glimpse of this topless maiden. Several got an eyeful I believe but poor guy from 2 cubes over was 30 seconds too late. Darn.
This is very funny, or ironic, however you want to see it. The only straight guy in our dept just misses it and yet the old biddies and all the gay men get to "enjoy" the show? Whatever is wrong with the world? Something must be off kilter this week.
But, jilted guy says he'll "trade" cubes with me. I've got a prime window seat should she ever do this again. Too bad I was too busy blog reading to notice.
Not all good, mind you. But interesting.
Yesterday morning, Monday, as I came up the elevator with a rather bland woman, a fellow co-worker in my dept, a 350 lb-ish IT guy, and a middle-aged business man sporting a chic briefcase, the lift started. Then dropped. My stomach turned. My co-worker gasped. The lift paused after a bit of another shake. She punched the button again when our floor (six) unlit itself. 11 and 14 still were lit.
I said, "Ooo, that didn't feel good."
350 lb man said "It's been doing this a lot lately." Ever so calmly.
Bland woman just stood there looking bored & put out.
The lift started again, dropped. "Oh geez," I said. Am I the only one freaking out??
The lift seemed to settle and stop completely. The floor light we all watched intently with worried gazed disappeared and went black. Black is a bad thing on an elevator.
"Great now it doesn't say anything?" I said as the rest of us figured we were stuck between floors.
"It did this to me last week," said IT guy. Business man shifted & gave a worried look to him. My co-worked simply asked, "Really?" But it startled her more than she led on. Where was a spare blood pressure pill when she needed one, she was silently asking herself.
Business man pushed the emergency call button. "Might as well," he said, "We're not going anywhere." But rather than sticking around with 4 other people, one very large, in a very tiny elevator that was quickly closing in, he, with his black (what other color would it be?) briefcase in one hand and brute strength in the other, pried the doors open with the tips of his thick fingers. The step looked small from where I stood in the back. We were slightly above the 7th floor. We should have been delivered to 6 if it weren't for the elevator's hiccups. Business man said, "It's quite a step." And, ever the gentleman, gave a hand to the 3 of us women as we hopped down to the floor. It was dark & looked like a basement. Unfinished, unused. It was like a secret floor they didn't even identify on the elevator button options. Floors 7-13 didn't exist until now.
Ah, revelation & a heart attack before 8 a.m.
Today, the event was one on which I missed out. Fortunately.
Guy from 2 cubes over asked me if I caught the commotion that was going on earlier today out the office window. No, I hadn't. Someone spotted a girl in nothing but her skivies prancing around her apartment with the curtains wide open for a while. Everyone apparently then ogled out the window to catch a glimpse of this topless maiden. Several got an eyeful I believe but poor guy from 2 cubes over was 30 seconds too late. Darn.
This is very funny, or ironic, however you want to see it. The only straight guy in our dept just misses it and yet the old biddies and all the gay men get to "enjoy" the show? Whatever is wrong with the world? Something must be off kilter this week.
But, jilted guy says he'll "trade" cubes with me. I've got a prime window seat should she ever do this again. Too bad I was too busy blog reading to notice.