No more elevators

I've had the worst morning ever.

This morning I realized that I had left my iPod in the gym yesterday so I spent the morning running up and down the stairs going to the various receptionists to find it. After running up and down the stairs several times, I got tired and decided I would hop in the elevator. I rarely take the elevator anymore because it is better and more healthy to take the stairs.

As soon as I got in the elevator and pressed the button for my floor, the elevator started moving...and then it stopped. Not on my floor, but in between floors. I stood there for a second contemplating what just happened and then pushed all the buttons for different floors and to open/close the doors. Nothing happened. Since I was just running down quickly to the reception, I didn't grab my cell phone. I pushed the intercom button to call for help, but it didn't seem to be responding. I pushed and pushed my little heart out for about twenty minutes and finally resolved to sit down. Elevators are small...and confined. I started to freak out thinking about how I was trapped in this itty-bitty enclosed space and nobody knew I was in there. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths and in the meantime, kept pushing the button for help. Finally, the button made a dialing noise and I was connected to help. Once I knew people were out there and knew I was inside, I was more calm. I am close friends with the people in charge of saving and as soon as I heard their voices through the elevator shaft, knew I would be okay. I have never felt as much relief as I did once the doors opened almost forty minutes later. Open space is a good thing.

Update: iPod is home safely now.