Elevator and Office Building Etiquette

Okay – first, I would like to call attention to the right hand side where the word meter is. YES! It moved! I finally got around to downloading my work from the Neo into Word last night and discovered I had written just over 3000 words! Now, of course, some of that is synopsis type stuff. When I get stumped, I write “he did this and then went here and then this happened.” Hey, it works.

Anyway, pleased with the progress. It was nearly 10 pages long. Just gotta keep on keeping on with that.

The last couple of days I’ve noticed something about the building I work in. Usually, I get to work around 7:30 but this week and last I’ve been taking the baby boy to school and so I get to work between 8:15 and 8:30.

What a difference an hour makes. People are so rude. Yesterday morning, I was behind this moron in the parking garage. Now, when you turn in, there’s a ramp that goes up and then curves around to where you either take a ticket or use your card to get in. This idiot decides to stop in the middle of the ramp going up! Now, since I drive a stick, this was not a pleasant experience as I tend to roll backward when I have to let off the clutch and brake and continue moving forward. He finally gets to the top and it takes him several minutes to figure out how to punch the button and get a ticket. Hello. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he takes his sweet time getting around the corners in the garage.

Dude, there are no close lower-level parking spots at 8:15 in the morning. All the good ones are already taken. Get on with it!

In finally park and head to the garage elevators. I’m behind a rather large woman who is nice enough not to slam the door in my face, however, once inside the door, she parks! Right!in!the!door! I mean, I had to squeeze behind her to get inside the elevator lobby. HELLO!

Once the elevator shows up, you’d think it was a stampede to get inside. Folks, it’s an elevator. It’s probably going to be okay to take your time. It’s only going one way – down. As it turns out, Idiot Driver In Front Of Me ended up in the elevator. And he stank. And looked like he hadn’t owned a comb in decades.

This is another elevator pet peeve of mine – don’t talk to me. Just don’t. I haven’t had coffee; I’m not a morning person; please do not under any circumstances strike up a conversation with me unless you happen to work in the same office as me and even then I may not be too keen on talking to you.

Most businessmen are courteous enough to allow the ladies to go first. Either getting on or off the elevator. And I think that’s smashing good form. However, there’s always an exception to the rule. Those who are in SUCH a hurry they have to dash out as soon as the doors open. I mean, what’s the rush? You’re going to work after all. I hate to be late too but I’m not going to run over someone just to get to the next set of elevators.

Which is another beating, to say the least. Thankfully, I’m only on the third floor, so I don’t have to ride long with these folks.

Oh, and people who talk on their cell phone while IN the elevator. And use that “I’m on my Cell Phone and I’m so Important” voice. Like, we really want to hear your conversation? Um, yeah, okay, that’ll be a NO.

So that’s arriving. Leaving is another matter.

Leaving – I am, as I said, on the third floor. Which means people get agitated if they have to stop on the third floor if they’re coming from, say, the 15th floor. It means they are that close to getting to the lower level before jumping out and heading to the parking garage.

Yesterday, as the elevator came, there was the young guy on there. It stopped at the third floor and he came charging out as I tried to get on! Nearly ran me over. Um, okay. He realized his mistake and gave a look of disgust. Dude, get over yourself. I’m in just as big a hurry to get outta there as you are.

Then when we get to the lower level, he charges out. Doesn’t abide by the “ladies first” rule. Okay. Whatever. Then he practically RUNS down the hall toward the garage elevators so he doesn’t have to ride up with anyone else. His doors close just as I get there.

Thanks, asshole.

If I know there are other folks in the vicinity, as much as I hate it, I wait for them. I hold the door. I allow them into the elevator with me. Even though I end up stopping on every freaking floor before I get where I’m going. That’s just being polite. That’s just called common courtesy. Isn’t it?

I shouldn’t let it get to me, but yesterday was one of the particularly foul days for me. I was agitated about a lot of things (still am) and didn’t get a lot of sleep. I’ve been tired lately because I’m not sleeping as well as I could be. Or not getting enough sleep. Either way, it sucks.

I’m glad it’s Wednesday. That means I’m that much closer to the end of the week.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.