One of my biggest fears played out today, the day before my big 3-5 birthday.
When I got ready to leave work, Elevator No. 6 showed up. Because that particular elevator trapped my friend Clarissa in it for 30 minutes on a Friday evening, I refuse to ride it at the end of the work day. So, I got in it, pressed the button that would send it to the bottom floor, and got out before it departed. I felt like all was well.
Until Elevator No. 4 showed up.
Elevator No. 4 creaks. Not just on rainy days or cold days. Every day. I have turned it in to the authorities no fewer than 7 times. All to no avail. Maintenance keeps making excuses for the noises Elevator No. 4 makes. I don't buy them. But I needed to be somewhere by 6, so I jumped in. All by myself.
Elevator No. 4 was cruising along just fine. I even thought, "Well that wasn't baaa . . . Whoa. Major stoppage. Loud crashing sound. Feels like it slammed into something. Yet, it says it is on the ground floor. The doors aren't opening. I must press the call button. Now it is going up a little bit. Now it is going down a little bit. Should I push another floor?" As the emergency call was going through and before I pressed any other floors, the doors opened.
It took 0.00003 seconds for me to leap from Elevator No. 4 and run to the maintenance office. I quickly recounted my story. When the head maintenance guy appeared and said, "You again? I just fixed the ceiling in your office."
Yep, that's me. The Troublemaker. The one who had a major plumbing leak in her office ceiling today. The one who got trapped in an elevator. All. By. Herself. But who lived to tell about it.
And has to face the big 3-5 tomorrow. I hope it's not as bad as today.