Detroit, New York, and LA, but I'm stuck in the NT

The Elevator

Now, as most of you know, I am working with the Department of Employment, Education and Training. It is an okay job and I'm pretty happy here so to speak. However, there is one thing that really gets me down, yes, it is the elevator.

Now, I work on the 12th floor. My building has 14 floors (I like to think of myself as a 'top' person) *laughs at own stupid joke*, and most of the time people from the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 13th floors are in the lift that my Dad and I choose. 'Why is this a bad thing??' I hear you ask. Well, the uncomfortable silence that usually takes place is one thing. People being in your personal space is another. The looking up/down/not at people's faces is yet another. Not to mention people with strange fashion sense standing in front of you, leaving your mind to ponder what they were thinking when they woke up in the morning.

I often think of the forward email '25 things to do in an elevator', my favourite being "greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask them to call you admiral".

However, it is not bad say 5% of the time. I was in the elevator once with my Dad, this lady Sandra who works with us (who is really funny/loud), and some other randoms, one lady had a small suitcase with wheels. This lady got off at a floor that was not ours and my Dad made the comment "I don't think I'd like to stay here for the weekend" and Sandra, without missing a beat said "yeah, I don't think the room service would be any good". Now, that was really funny and everyone laughed.

I'm glad I could share one of my happier elevator stories with you. You have a good day now.

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: If I could be a bird, I'd be a Flying Purple People Eater because then people would sing about me and I could fly down and eat them because I hate that song.

posted by Anika From Darwin @ 4:06 PM