So this morning as I was riding the bus from the parking lot to work, Bobby Brown (bus driver) and I were discussing why I don't sleep as well as why I don't watch horror movies. I have an overactive imagination. A way overactive imagination. That has nothing to do with why I don't sleep, unless of course I'm forced to watch a scary/horror movie. He's appalled by this fact. Who doesn't watch scary movies?? I say goodbye to Bobby Brown and head into the little glass enclosure that is the bottom level of our building. I press the up elevator button and step on to the first one that comes, the left one, the SLOW one. I press 4. I need to put my lunch in the fridge before I get to work. I'm texting my husband, waiting patiently for the doors to open when I realize that I'd been standing in that elevator for a while. I look up to see what floor I'm on and see that the numbers are not there. The numbers that are supposed to light up indicating what floor you're on weren't there anymore. OMG. I. FREAKED. OUT.
I immediately text Bret and tell him I think I'm stuck in the elevator. Then I start pushing buttons. Every button. Open Doors. 1. 2. 3. 4. 4. 4. I wanted to go to the 4th floor!!! I even hit Close Doors. Why? Idk. But I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hit the RED button or not. You know what button I'm talking about. I didn't know if it was gonna call out to the fire department and 9-1-1 or just to the security people. So I'm staring at the closed doors in a panic, asking myself, what the crap do I do now?! So I called our pre-op desk and gave one of our nurses Keicia the biggest laugh of her day, maybe even her week. She said they were gonna figure out how to get me out. I had to sit down. I was freaking out. I didn't know if I was suspended btwn two floors or what. Yes we've all seen those movies. Remember what me and Bobby Brown were talking about? Hello overactive imagination. Thankfully I had my voice of reason, my GI Joe man, (albeit all the way in a classroom in VA) texting me, trying to keep me calm. He really hates when I freak out. He also had his priorities straight when he asked me if I had already clocked in before I got in the elevator. Sadly no, but my boss is going to give me the "back pay," yay =) Then I hear a man knocking, outside the elevator door. Hello?? Baptist Security!!! Hello!!!!!!! Are you in there?? Uh-huh!!! Do you know what floor you're on? No!!!!! It just stopped!! Ok I called and they're bringing the keys. What's your name? Leslie Harper Hansen!!! Are you ok??? Uuuhhhhh, I'm sitting down!!!! Ummmm ok!
More texting. More deep breathing. More Coke. Have I mentioned that I didn't sleep at all last night and was going to have to mainline caffeine all day today just to stay awake.
Finally, 20minutes later, I hear keys jingling. HELLO!!!!???? Hello??? AND THEN THE DOORS OPEN!!!!! Three security guys have come to rescue me. And my boss. YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!
That stupid elevator hadn't budged. Not. one. bit. I was still on the first floor. But you know what? Thats better, like a million times better, than having to climb out from btwn two floors. I'm pretty sure they would have had to drag me out b/c I don't think I would have done that on my own free will. And I definitely would have turned around, walked back out that door and called Bobby Brown to come pick me up in that bus.
So that was my morning... Just another red letter day... but not the red button. I was nervous to hit the red button.
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