Current mood: harried
At times, I am at the office until fairly late at night - more than safely the last person on deck. On the days when I am merely ordinarily entranced by the shiny, shiny Internet, then I stay 'till 8 or 9ish. If work picks up and I'm slammed with a deadline, I'll be there until 10 or 11. However, when I have a project due for (STUPID, STUPID) school, then I can be found at the office until the wee hours of the AM. (I should really consider getting an Internet connection at the house...the online class I took was particularly fun.)
Some time ago, I had an epiphany: What if, leaving the office in the dark of night, the elevator happened to jam in between floors? (What? It happens on TV all the time!) Possibly no lights, probably no cell phone reception, and definitely no bathroom access for hours upon hours...*shudder*. Since that awful realization, I've vowed to always take the stairs when leaving late at night. (I should take the stairs anyway, right? Squeeze in every tiny bit of physical activity? What a great plan!) The problem is, I hardly ever remember my vow until I'm already going down in the elevator - I generally remember just after the elevator starts moving and then I spend the remaining time utterly convinved that the elevator wants to trap me for some quality one-on-one :(
Luckily, it's a short ride.
However, in my paranoid heart of hearts, I'm fairly certain that this scenario will actually play out at some point - at which time I can think (or yell) to myself, "Fraggit! I told me so!"
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