Sometimes it gets really busy at work. I said, ‘sometimes’
ok? Lay off me… anyway this one day I’m SUPER busy. Like, not-even-joking busy.
These e-mails are makin’ it rain and before I know it, it’s 2:30pm. I realize I
have not eaten breakfast, lunch, nor have I consumed any type of liquid since
the night before (and said liquid was probably wine). If I don’t get some type
of sustenance in my system, there are going to be consequences. Like me, face down,
unresponsive at my desk. I grab my wallet, my company badge and my last ounce
of strength and haul ass to the ground level of our building for some food.
I hit up my go-to: San Francisco Soup Co. It being 2:30pm
and all, there was no line. I quickly grab my food and start heading back.
Before I’m even halfway to the elevators, my phone starts vibrating. It’s
vibrating so much that I thought I had a call. Turns out it was just more
e-mails. Back. To back. To back. To back. Being the star executive assistant I
am, I multi-task by holding my food, pushing the elevator button with my elbow,
reading emails and responding (using only my right thumb, mind you). The doors
open and I scurry in, trying to send a few e-mails before the doors close and I
lose service.
I take advantage of not receiving e-mails for the next few
seconds as I ascend and read through more e-mails. DING! The elevator doors
open. Great! I look up. I’m on the 7th
floor. I work on the 3rd floor. Not so great. I forgot to hit the 3rd
floor button. Crap. There were others
on my elevator and it was going to continue to go up. So I get off and push the
button to go down just as my phone starts buzzing again. More e-mails. Seriously?
Feverishly responding, I get into another elevator minutes
later. I’m alone. Perfect. Read some more e-mails and prep responses. DING!
Finally… Only I forgot to push the button to my floor AGAIN and I’m back in the
lobby. Shit.
Not sure if you’re familiar with elevator etiquette but when
the doors open at the lobby, you let the current riders out before entering.
The four people waiting in the lobby to go up stood there staring, waiting for
me to kick rocks. “No, I’m actually going back up. Come on in.”
I push the 3rd floor elevator button what seems
like 17 times to make sure I don’t wind up on another floor. I continue reading
e-mail. Not sure what the others were discussing when I hear one of the
gentleman say, “…well at least none of us forgot to get off the elevator.” Cue
uproar of laughter. Very funny.
