So this morning, I got stuck in an elevator. Yeah, not fun. Particularly since it was a small elevator and is about 60-years-old. The guy on the emergency phone kept cutting in and out too and wasn’t the sharpest tack in the box. Our conversation went like this:
Me (After realizing my predicament): “Hello?”
Guy on phone: ” Emergency. Hello, bonjour.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m stuck in an elevator. The door won’t open and the thing won’t go up or down”
GOP: “So…you’re stuck in an elevator then?”
Me: “Uh YEAH!” (Duh!)
GOP: “O.k. we’ll send someone right over. Please stay with me on the phone”
Then he hangs up on me or we get disconnected. I press the phone button again and again.
Me: “Me again!”
GOP: “You were supposed to stay with me on the phone”
Me: “I did. You hung up or we got disconnected.”
GOP: “Don’t hang up again”
Le sigh. Why would I hang up on the very people who are helping me? Cripes! Anyways, a nice co-worker of mine who noticed the elevator door was stuck, hung out on the second floor talking to me through an elevator shaft. Emergency, to their credit, was pretty quick about getting me out of there. When I got out, I went and explained what happened to my boss who was sympathetic and said:
“Well you should take the rest of the day off”
Me: ” Really?”
Da Boss: “No”.
Me (thinking) : ‘Damn’
LOL. Yeah, I am officially VERY ready for the weekend to start now. I don’t think I’ll take any elevators on Saturday or Sunday though.