In the span of one hour, I found out my passport had been delivered to some random business elsewhere in Denver and I was in the music building elevator when it decided to break. I did the emergency call button thing that I've always wondered about. The operator dude who answered seemed awfully surprised that I wasn't completely freaked out by being stuck in an elevator. I assured him that if I'd been plummeting down towards the basement, it would have been a completely different story. Since the elevator and I were just chilling between the third and fourth floors, it was a very calm adventure.
While he paged an officer and kept me on the line (in case things changed or I needed to remember that there was an outside world), I hung out in the elevator. In a way, it was a nice change from my frantic life pace of the past how-ever many days. After a bunch of minutes in a row, the elevator woke up from its nap and decided it was time to move up a floor and spit me out. I thanked the operator dude and dashed out the doors before I could get stuck again. I saw the officer had arrived and was doing magic elevator things, so I let him be.
Once I got back to the day job, I got flagged down because FedEx had picked up my passport package from where they mistakenly delivered it and brought it to where it was addressed. My adventures today were on the mild side, but they were bizarre enough to be adventurous. After working a bunch of extra time today, and having finished 95% of finals' stuff, I'm planning on a night in and plan on avoiding metal boxes that travel between floors for the rest of the day. Irony does power the universe, after all.
An Erinku:
somehow a bit of
worky-work made it
into my home
I am not feeling worky
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