Every morning I snooze and snooze my alarm clock until I wake up in a panic and realize I’m already late for work. I jump out of bed, kinda shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, throw random food in lunch boxes, drop kids off, brush my hair in the car, spill my coffee in the car, stop for gas because of course, and speed to make it on time to work. But not that day, that day I woke up before the alarm went off. I took a shower, washed my hair and even had time to blow dry it, carefully picked out my outfit, sat down and drank coffee with my daughters, which by the way, are enjoying their summer vacation while I slave away at work. You’re welcome. So of course something was going to go wrong, because when you start your mornings this way, something is bound to go wrong.
As I was walking into my office building, 5 minutes early and not 15 minutes late like always, I was received with this:
Not 1 or 2 elevators were out of order, all 5 of them were! ALL FIVE OF THEM! Did you know I work on a 17th floor? I do.
There was no way to call in sick since a few of my co-workers had already seen me, so I had no other choice than to go up 17 floors, and in order to avoid any human interaction with the other 15 people who were about to make the journey with me, I decided to keep my mind of the climb by writing what was going through head. Enjoy.
Needless to say, by the time I crawled to my desk my hair was drenched in sweat, I had armpit sweat stains and my feet were disgustingly dirty, and to top it all off by 5 pm the elevators were still not fixed. But we did get a very encouraging email from Facilities letting us know that energy bars would be provided to us for our way down. Yey. Better get a water bottle from the vending machine.
Did you suffer along with me? Because if you didn’t this post was totally pointless. And please don’t judge me on any lack of punctuation, spelling or grammar mistakes you may have spotted. I was climbing and typing!