Monday, March 15, 2010

Hug Your Elevators

Last week, I had to stay at work late one night.  Which isn't a big deal.  It happens all the time when you're a lawyer.  Bill, bill bill, and all that jazz.

By the time I finally wrapped up everything I had to do, the place was pretty much deserted.  I put on my coat, grabbed my laptop bag and headed out to the elevators on the 19th floor. 

I pushed the button.

And then I waited.  And waited.  And waited.

Then I thought to myself, "Hey, I guess the button is broken."  So I did what any sensible problem-solver would do.  I walked up a couple flights of stairs to my firm's lobby on the 21st floor and pressed the elevator button up there.

And then I waited.  And waited.  And waited.

And then I thought to myself, "Well, this one's not working either."  So I walked down a flight of stairs to the 20th floor, since I hadn't pushed that button yet. 

Guess what happened?  (It didn't work).   

So I walked down a a few more flights to the 16th floor, which is the building's break room area and accessible without a key card.  Surely the button would work there!

(It didn't).

And then I realized, "Crap.  The elevators are broken."

I pondered my options.  Option 1:  Walk back up three flights of stairs to my office and try to figure out who to call for help in a virtually abandoned building.  Option 2:  Walk down the remaining 16 flights of stairs. 

And I decided "Pshaw!  Sixteen flights of stairs is no big whoop!  BRING it."

So I walked down the stairs.  Which are made out of concrete.  In my heels.  With a big old laptop bag slung across my shoulder.  Really super fast, because everyone knows that serial killers congregate in stairwells after 7:00 pm. 

In retrospect, I probably should have gone for Option 1.  Because for the past six days, I've been hobbling around like an old lady and saying things like "Oof!" when I stand up from the couch.

Do you think I could get workers' comp for this?  Maybe I should go see a lawyer.  Preferably one who works in a place where the elevators work.

15 comments:

Krystyn said...

I think you would know if you should get worker's comp!

I think it's hilarious that you went up first!

Sadia said...

I work on the 25th floor, but what I have over you is that I work in software. This means I get to wear sneakers to work.

Never have I appreciated that fact more ... except when I was 7 months pregnant with the girlies.

liz said...

I bet your quads are killing you after that! The bright side would be you not getting into the elevator and then getting stuck. That happened to me when I was pregnant with my oldest. NOT fun. :)

Regina said...

First, I'm thankful that it was DOWN 16 flights instead of UP. Second, I love that you were so determined - that you went both UP and DOWN in search of a working button. Third - Yes, killers live in stairwells after dark - it's proven. Glad you escaped alive.

Finally, I refer to our elevator as a moving death box - so I avoid it at all costs, but I also do not work in a building with 16+ floors. Perhaps you have discovered the motivation for packing a pair of "sensable shoes"? LOL

MollyinMinn said...

Oh my, this was hilarious. I have so been there. I used to work in Chicago in one of the taller buildings there and once had to go 33 flights down on foot. I also swore I'd never be the same!

Ms Bibi said...

I think worker's comp is needed especially risking your life running into a serial killer.

hypermom said...

16 flights?!! You are a hero! And yes, you should demand compensation bwahahaha

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Helene said...

OMG, the first thing I thought was "OH NO, don't take the stairs because that's where all perverted psychopathic killers lurk for their victims"!! Then I got to the part where you wrote about serial killers...LOL!!

So funny that you walked up 3 flights of stairs to go down on the elevator. But I probably would've used up all my options as well, to avoid walking down 16 flights of stairs.

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Megan said...

Krysten: I know, I know...sometimes I just need to learn things the hard (and painful) way. ;-)

Liz: Is that what they're called? Whatever they are, they WERE killing me!!!

And let it be known to everyone that I actually walked up TWO flights of stairs, and then walked down TWENTY-ONE flights of stairs when it was all said and done. So now you can all feel even more sorry for me. Or make more fun of me, depending on your preference. :-)

Ali @ Mommie Life said...

I bet you were seriously dying! I can't believe you walked all the way down!

mrs. b. said...

haha! and yea, no doubt about the congregating serial killers after 7pm. so glad i'm not the only with that fear. but honestly, i cannot believe that you walked all those stairs! pretty sure i would have collapsed.